Friday, June 30, 2006
Cracked
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
For the one you love.
I don’t know why my mind’s delved into such a topic right in the morning but I mostly write on instinct and I’m doing so now. There’s a blog, one of those anonymous secret types that one uses to lessen the weight on the heart, that I had run into accidentally some days back, and I read it every morning without leaving a trace for the author. What he writes breaks my heart, and on some mornings like today’s it even gets awkward to have tears in your eyes in office. But that is the power of love, true love, and the pain in words is too intense to remain bounded within the pixels of the computer screen. As much as I pray that whatever happens to them eventually is for their good and peace of mind, the very knowledge of its reality shakes the soul.
What can you do for the love of your life? I’m not looking for promises of sun and moon as the answer, I’m looking for the reality whose tangibility will some day tell you the meaning of the most frequently used yet the least understood word in this world: love. It’s easy to say I love you with your mouths, it’s difficult to say it with your eyes and every atom of your body, and it’s the most difficult to say it with your actions of a lifetime. Yes, it’s not easy. A lot of blood sweat tears and patience could be inadequate unless topped with perseverance understanding and an abandonment of ego. Circumstantial difficulties, big and small, trivial and gigantic will always be there. As much as you’d like to live in your own small special world with nobody else at all, it doesn’t happen. As much as you’d like to unfailingly understand and be understood, humans do fail at times. And yet if you can take it in your stride and make only the one promise of giving all that you could possibly for the sake of that love, consider yourself blessed. I once wondered whether there was any room for logic in love. I haven’t the complete answer, but I can atleast say that one needs the logic to think if you can give this promise and to execute it, completely illogically, for love has its very own different logic.
What can you give for the one you love? Can you live for your love? Can you truly give your life? And I just don’t mean to be able to eat poison for the sake of the love. Can you give away whatever you think IS your life and makes your life with a smile for her/his sake? Even if your life really is her/him! Can you give him/her up if they wish or desire and for their happiness?
I can.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Bas Button Dabao...
Hurry!!
The above is kindly dedicated to all those who run SMS-ki-dukaan in our country these days.
Seriously, everything and anything could be yours, bas button dabao. Your favourite singer/actor/doggy could win on TV, bas button dabao. Request a song on Radio, vote in another online poll, get your results, chat with a celebrity or her aunt, shop, bid do anything and everything by an SMS to an expensive four digit number. Wow! Everything is a touch away. And everybody from watchman to a sabziwala to a beggar has a mobile now. And still some people claim India is a backward country? I should be surprised.
Actually I know why they call us backward. Just look at the standard of questions they ask. They are sooo simple and mindless that the obvious aim is only the profit from sms revenue. And I dunno what kind of people actually blow money over SMSing all this.
Like Sunday's poll in TOI read: Do increasing prices of vegetables fruits and cereals affect the household budgest? Yes or No.
Get my point? So what are you waiting for, make your voice heard and SMS me your opinion now.:P:P
Monday, June 26, 2006
Google Inc.
I went to a guy
and asked if he
was interested
in me.
Simple or compound
he asked of me
Depends on the rate
you see.
Then I realised
finance types like these
are not certainly
for me.
So I went to another
and repeated my plea,
(this one looked better
to me).
He took a long look
sipped a long coffee
popped out a paper rose
for me.
Said this is all I afford
From my huge salary
The rest my wife takes away
monthly.
I ran as fast as I could
For as long as eternity
Till my eyes stopped on another
entity.
He looked cute and all
Well dressed, metro-ish
I waited till his eyes stopped
on me.
I gave hime a pinky smile
and some eyelash flashy
He smiled; I was sure he had fallen
for me.
He walked up and I was nervous
His looks were probing me
I was sure he would prop the question
to me.
And ask he did, "Dear!
What brand chooses thee
Your nailpaint looks good
to me!!"
(His brand surely stank)
I screamed in disbelief
This guy was no less than
a calamity.
I looked all around
And all I could see
Were the good ones all taken
NONE by me.
The rest were old or boring
And one or two were scary
None seemed fit, or interested
in me.
Alone, abandoned, shattered
With footsteps slow and heavy
I walked to the dark corner,fit
for me.
A little light shone
Actually it was two or three.
And blared the welcome music
of windows XP.
Soon I was onto the place
The only respite sadly
And I found my happiness too,@ Blogger.com
by Google Inc!
Moral of the story: Google. Every other search is futile.
lolz...
Friday, June 23, 2006
NewsMaker.com
But speaking of news brings to my mind scary visuals and audios, complete with special effects and jarring colours, of the flurry of 24*7 News Channels on television these days. You know my mum has a thing about watching only 'light entertainment' programs on television when we eat in front of the TV. We used to watch comedies or things like that earlier, now we usually switch to a news channel for some bad-taste humour and "entertainment"! All I'm trying to put in words here is a near-disgust at the amount of commercialisation and marketing that has crept into the idiot box on the name of News- real or fictional, impactful or gloated. What I absolutely fail to understand is how come nobody knows the actual meaning of the term BREAKING NEWS. It was coined for really important news that would arrive right in the middle of bulletin, or really really important news that would arrive in the middle of usual programming, and cause sudden change of agenda for the broadcasters, in the good lod days, and the news readers would struggle with a script beign updated by the second. Guess what was the breaking news on some channel(don't know which, they all look the same) I caught last evening: Laloo paid 10 Lakh bill for his daughter's 30 april wedding at Ashoka hotel! What is 'breaking' about it...Goddammit he even paid it!!Somebody teach them words like Headlines, or Newsflash or something...[:(]
On a slightly more grim note, I just feel like talking of a news I saw this morning...about the sky-rocketing prices of virtually everything this week. In a space of less than a week, fruits vegetables grains cereals just about everything is costing two to three times its price. No wonder the common man is distressed. Afterall everyone needs to survive. There's no doubt about the fact that the inflation is happening somewhere between the peasant and the wholesaler, and I have a strong feeling it is purely an artificial scarcity created in the name of rains and other things by some people who want to protest over the fuel increase. I mean diesel has become slightly costlier, but not so much that tomatoes start costing 45 rupees a kg instead of 18. stinks of conspiracy?
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Of Cyber Salvation and Cyber Despos
OK OK, so what if you didn;t miss me, I'd continue to ramble and blurt like usual, and live my illusions. Happiness anyway comes more from within than anywhere else, so I have all the rights in the world to pamper myself sometimes with hallucinations...[8)]
Talking of life, well, days have resigned themselves to a pattern somewhat, though I'm not yet bored with 'routine' if only because I do not have another option at all. I'd not spend one waking moment at home, esp if I'm not all alone, if I could. And there's nowhere else I can go to. So everyday has become like the other, and the clock just ticks on. Life's extremely silent and lonely these days, so much that I think I'd soon forget how to make a conversation (and yes, despite several seat project mentor ambience changes, I still have found nobody interesting enough to talk to, though another girl, who I think is an intern sits not too far away but I can;t find enough reason and will to talk to her, and there was a rather foolish guy sitting nearby for one or two days who talked just too much, so overall, my latest arrangement is better than anything so far).I just occassionaly turn to the net for some salvation and a change, but when there's too much work, there's not much time either.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Mere bachchon ke naam...
Monday, June 12, 2006
The Tragic Hope Trick
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Thought for the Day
...you can always be used as a BAD EXAMPLE!
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Oil in the Desert, Camel in the Crowd
know of anyone in my senior year in my department doing a more 'technical' traning at the moment. And here I am, reading through HUNDREDS of documents and diagrams and design specs, all set to design this oil and gas plant in the middle of Sahara desert.
Actually, I think I have made it sound too bad. It isn't. Even chemical engineering isn't that bad, so I know that God forbid if someday I really am down to being jobless and homeless and starving, I might just take up a core job before thinking of suicide. For starters, this place is cool, like any MNC. I have a comfortable seat in a huge cubicle, my own internal phone, an official presence everywhere from the company's site to address books to mail accounts to employee data sheets. Every morning I need to reach at 8:30(yes I wake up at 6!! to get the 7:10 pickup)
all dressed up in formals, flashing my hi-tech Icard at the time recorder at the gates. It's all very grown-up types, and therefore looks nice atleast initially. since i do not have a very heavy workload yet either, even when I get home a full 12 hours after leaving, I'm still feeling good. What else could I want?
I seriously need some company, some conversation. None of the other interns is in my department, or even project, or even floor. I'm surrounded with Senior engineers and serious looking people who wouldn't talk to me even if I had the guts to approach them. Even my supervisor sits vertically opposite; he's very nice and he's the only person in this company, other than HR people and my cousin who works here in another building, whom I talk to. Two minutes back my supervisor told me they are changing my project and seat(and building, and maybe supervisor too)...now that I have learnt the basics of everything that's done here. So now when they give me realtime work, hopefully, I should get to do more interesting things. And I hope to get around to talking to someone.