Now that's a pretty long time since I wrote my last post. The time between my previous post and now has been pretty good.
As a child I used to wonder why people are so much particular about the colour of the skin. The white skin is by majority considered to be beautiful and dark skin as ugly. "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder" is a quite famous quote, but more than what your eyes see it is what your brain interpret what you see. Generally, things that catch your attention or things that make an impact on your mind is either beautiful or ugly.
In my primary school I had learnt about number line. It was little confusing for me in the very beginning as everything started from zero and went on. I wondered why there are negative numbers. By time I came to know something which goes against the positive is negative. But why would somebody want to go in negative direction (philosophically speaking). I think only negative minds negate everything that comes to their mind.
To simplify everything let us assume numbers are just numbers. They start from zero and go on and on. You have -1 and +1 to multiply with the numbers. If you multiply them with -1 they become negative and multiply with +1 they become positive. -1 and +1 are just your views, the way you interpret them. Choice is yours, a pessimist choses -1 and an optimist choses +1.
When I see with +1 everything is so beautiful, one better than other. But wait.. +1 is just a factor. How you bring that factor into your mind is an uphill task. As you see -1 seems to be a stronger factor than +1. The best method is to negate the negative. Because -1 times -1 is +1, bingo, there you get positive again. Easier said than done.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Bachna Ae Haseeno
I had 3 days off this weekend and the country celebrated its 61st independence day on Friday. The first two days were quite boring, me and my wife (idiot box) spent the whole time gazing into each others eyes. On Sunday evening I went to see father-in-law (talkies) screening 'Bachna Ae Haseeno'. Movie is good and worth watching once. Sometimes while watching, it reminded me of my past. What matters the most is I came out of the theatre with happiness in my heart, why not, after a long time I saw a movie in a desi theatre (not in a mum sitting mall theatre) which reminded me of my college days. Soon after the movie way back to home I had food at a punjabi dhabha with lassi for a perfect climax. Truly, lassi jaisi koi nahiin..
I always wondered the way in which films affect our lives, especially if you are residing in India. The crowd goes to Europe or America or Australia and comes back within 3 hrs from the trip completely packed with romance, laughter and emotions. Everyone put themselves into the shoes of the characters(mostly positive characters, hmm..sometimes negative if it's a r*pe scene, he he). Almost every Indian girl of around my age wants to be the Simran of DDLJ waiting for the charming Raj, but every Indian guy has already stopped dreaming about Ash and Kat rules their hearts now. I think most of the girls would be interested in seeing the six pack abs than the face of the guy these days. If girls have mooh-dikhaai guys will soon face ab-dikhaai..lolz.. and very soon we'll be seeing matrimonial ads somewhat like this.
Bride required for a six feet tall and handsome guy earning six digit salary and having six pack gallery.
Now that's a proof of present 666 era, the satanic number, something interesting for the next remake of 'Omen' series. But guys are still very much same ab ho ya tab, still hunting for the Miss 36-24-36 (Well, that makes 9-6-9 numerologically, and if you invert the 9's it's 6-6-6, satanic ofcourse).
Well.. Bachna Ae Haseeno..
I always wondered the way in which films affect our lives, especially if you are residing in India. The crowd goes to Europe or America or Australia and comes back within 3 hrs from the trip completely packed with romance, laughter and emotions. Everyone put themselves into the shoes of the characters(mostly positive characters, hmm..sometimes negative if it's a r*pe scene, he he). Almost every Indian girl of around my age wants to be the Simran of DDLJ waiting for the charming Raj, but every Indian guy has already stopped dreaming about Ash and Kat rules their hearts now. I think most of the girls would be interested in seeing the six pack abs than the face of the guy these days. If girls have mooh-dikhaai guys will soon face ab-dikhaai..lolz.. and very soon we'll be seeing matrimonial ads somewhat like this.
Bride required for a six feet tall and handsome guy earning six digit salary and having six pack gallery.
Now that's a proof of present 666 era, the satanic number, something interesting for the next remake of 'Omen' series. But guys are still very much same ab ho ya tab, still hunting for the Miss 36-24-36 (Well, that makes 9-6-9 numerologically, and if you invert the 9's it's 6-6-6, satanic ofcourse).
Well.. Bachna Ae Haseeno..
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Make a choice
It's raining outside and I am sitting inside the office. Yes, just sitting and staring at the monitor endlessly.What I want to do and what am I doing? No matter how much the work pressure is I don't move even an inch in reducing that pressure. It is a clear indication that I am no way interested in the work I am doing. And moreover my passion lies somewhere else. Day by day the decision to pursue what I want is getting delayed and the dream seems like never going to happen in reality. Who should be blamed for my plight? I do a quick rewind and fast forward my life so far, and I find the culprit is none other than me myself. My situation reminds of a situation where my computer gets hung and when I am not able to fix it, I just switch off the power line and restart it, I wish I could do that to my life.
Time and again I have changed my ambitions in my life. I wanted to be a soldier or a policeman when I was a kid, I found the soldier is underpaid and the policeman is paid under the table, so I dropped it. Then while doing my secondary education I thought of becoming an IAS officer, later I found these officers are nothing but puppets of our netas, so I dropped it. I was in a big time confusion during higher secondary education about the line to chose among medicine and engineering. I left the matter to the time to decide and as a result I was so aloof that my scores hit all time low buried under the ground. This is where my downswing started. People looked at me a as a loser, but I knew what I was.Thanks to the preamble of India, I got a very good college of my state. The aloofness continued in the first semester, in the second semester I fared well. Third semester was a major debacle. I flunked for the first time in my life. But I was a changed person in this phase of my life. I never used to speak to the opposite gender or show any interest in them, some how I tried to be different and there was no turning back. every 4 months I had a new crush. Still uncertain of my dreams and ambition I flowed in the river of my aloofness. The last year of engineering came and again I was on the brink of choosing. As usual I didn't put even an iota of effort to get placed in any of the companies that came to my college. I waited for the destiny to come to me by itself. The pressure started building as 80% of the college was placed and it included people worse than me in academics. Somehow one day fortunately or unfortunately I got placed into my current company, thanks to the verbal skill I had gained from the girls I flirted with in the college. Now, I breathed a big sigh of relief as atleast I can earn. I joined the company and I found the love there. I thought this was my destiny. As everything was fit and fine, suddenly everything was shattered in no time. I was taken aback, shocked and completely lost. Ok.. no more of that sad story.
Today, again I felt that I was not destined to be here, again I stand at the brink of making a choice, as one month from now I'll be finishing my bond with this company. But question is what will I do? I am cocksure I am not happy here. Then I have two choices left either join a different company or go for higher studies. If I choose going to a different company, I have very less domain knowledge as I have worked only for few months and that to doing a work which is.. forget it. So I don't fit to be in the new company as they'll expect more from me. Then, if I choose to go for higher studies I am afraid of the aloofness that will follow, and moreover I have to pay back the money to the banks.
How about joining a flying school and becoming a pilot.. he he..
Time and again I have changed my ambitions in my life. I wanted to be a soldier or a policeman when I was a kid, I found the soldier is underpaid and the policeman is paid under the table, so I dropped it. Then while doing my secondary education I thought of becoming an IAS officer, later I found these officers are nothing but puppets of our netas, so I dropped it. I was in a big time confusion during higher secondary education about the line to chose among medicine and engineering. I left the matter to the time to decide and as a result I was so aloof that my scores hit all time low buried under the ground. This is where my downswing started. People looked at me a as a loser, but I knew what I was.Thanks to the preamble of India, I got a very good college of my state. The aloofness continued in the first semester, in the second semester I fared well. Third semester was a major debacle. I flunked for the first time in my life. But I was a changed person in this phase of my life. I never used to speak to the opposite gender or show any interest in them, some how I tried to be different and there was no turning back. every 4 months I had a new crush. Still uncertain of my dreams and ambition I flowed in the river of my aloofness. The last year of engineering came and again I was on the brink of choosing. As usual I didn't put even an iota of effort to get placed in any of the companies that came to my college. I waited for the destiny to come to me by itself. The pressure started building as 80% of the college was placed and it included people worse than me in academics. Somehow one day fortunately or unfortunately I got placed into my current company, thanks to the verbal skill I had gained from the girls I flirted with in the college. Now, I breathed a big sigh of relief as atleast I can earn. I joined the company and I found the love there. I thought this was my destiny. As everything was fit and fine, suddenly everything was shattered in no time. I was taken aback, shocked and completely lost. Ok.. no more of that sad story.
Today, again I felt that I was not destined to be here, again I stand at the brink of making a choice, as one month from now I'll be finishing my bond with this company. But question is what will I do? I am cocksure I am not happy here. Then I have two choices left either join a different company or go for higher studies. If I choose going to a different company, I have very less domain knowledge as I have worked only for few months and that to doing a work which is.. forget it. So I don't fit to be in the new company as they'll expect more from me. Then, if I choose to go for higher studies I am afraid of the aloofness that will follow, and moreover I have to pay back the money to the banks.
How about joining a flying school and becoming a pilot.. he he..
Friday, August 8, 2008
Flight to Pune
Continuing yesterday's posting..
Sitting in the flight to Pune I was wondering why didn't I chose the window seat!! The minute
air hostesses appeared for demo it striked me why exactly I didn't chose the window seat. Some
views are more interesting than landscapes and clouds which make you feel fly higher than the plane itself. Well, they were wearing exactly what I expected.Though, I don't like their phoney smile which acts as if controlled by a button.
The fear of the feelings I might get reaching Pune was gushing into my weak mind. I was controlling every thought that might affect my mental peace. Once, I reached there I found Pune very much different from other metros. The flora and fauna, the ill maintained road and absence of pavements reminded of a north karnataka city.
I reached home and after dinner while standing alone in the balcony, gave three flying kisses and
wished goodnight. I slept pretty late and woke up early to play cricket with my brother-in-law, a petty bragger.
..to be continued
Sitting in the flight to Pune I was wondering why didn't I chose the window seat!! The minute
air hostesses appeared for demo it striked me why exactly I didn't chose the window seat. Some
views are more interesting than landscapes and clouds which make you feel fly higher than the plane itself. Well, they were wearing exactly what I expected.Though, I don't like their phoney smile which acts as if controlled by a button.
The fear of the feelings I might get reaching Pune was gushing into my weak mind. I was controlling every thought that might affect my mental peace. Once, I reached there I found Pune very much different from other metros. The flora and fauna, the ill maintained road and absence of pavements reminded of a north karnataka city.
I reached home and after dinner while standing alone in the balcony, gave three flying kisses and
wished goodnight. I slept pretty late and woke up early to play cricket with my brother-in-law, a petty bragger.
..to be continued
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Fractured..
I had a nice weekend with two extra holidays. I had been to Pune this weekend to pick my sister. As I was.. Oh crap! I can't type anymore.. Fractured my left hand in Pune. :( or :).. Me eager to write more.. sob.. sob..
Bye....
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