Staring back with its pale,
white face, the paper mocks
my thoughts to disgrace.
Thoughts, they fade away,
leaving behind an empty room
filled with a dying flames haze.
Feelings of appeasement try
invading my soul. Somewhere it wins,
Somewhere it loses all hope.
But when all lights go dim,
I see a world in no one's sight
pouring tales in my mind
like a old tavern's aging rye.
With a new hope of a
fiery sky, I write for
glory. I write for the
day dreamer's rising cry.
Picture Perfect.....
The work of professional photographers has always amazed me. Few days back I went to a photo exhibition in Max Muller Bhavan in Bangalore. I must admit it was my first time to a photo exhibition. The theme was Bangalore and all the photographers showcased some aspect of Bangalore. What amazed me was the fact the pictures were of the every day places we visit and I never expected these places to look so awesome. The technicalities were amazingly taken care of. The way the moonlight reflected form the stream of water in front of the house or the way the light shone in the small shop in an empty lane was taken awfully nicely. Every element in the pictures kind of gave them a shade of a mystery novel.
It’s amazing the way these photographers not only take a picture but also gives it a certain character. If one looks at them closely he will surely find a story somewhere rooted in them. I believe, to be really good photographer one should be able to be imaginative enough to cook up a story and narrate it entirely in one picture. One should be passionate enough to create a parallel universe where a tree tilting on a road is actually a demon waiting to pounce on its prey, where there is always a killer hiding in a dark alley and where sky is always sinister blue with swirls of red dragons flying all around.
A 'Legendary' Saturday...
Good weekends are hard to come across these days. I believe it should have the right combination of good music, good food and bit of awesome beer. That’s exactly what my last weekend was all about.
It started with attending a talk by Richard Stallman on GNU and Free Software Foundation. It was kind of eye-opener although I was expecting some Microsoft bashing (I hope my Avanade bosses don’t read my blogs :p). Anyways, the day got even better when we were greeted by a new band in Java City. Although not as good as their usual band listening to Floyd and Dire Straits was a nice change from the usual play list. The grand finale was in Purple Haze, Kormangala which included a good dose of beer and again awesome music.
So this was our schedule for Saturday which fueled us with enough of ‘good times’ to last at least another week of drudgery in the office.
Democracy in my town...
Democracy for all its virtues has one major flaw. It’s run by the citizens. Citizens, who in many countries are narrow-minded, illiterate, unemployed superstitious, therefore very gullible. So when the powers are handed over to the common masses what is the guarantee that the country will be run better than any autocratic government. What is the guarantee that the people will not vote a candidate just because he is of their own caste, religion or any other factor while totally ignoring the fact that he might be incompetent for the job?
When anything goes wrong in the nation we immediately go about blaming these leaders for not acting “responsibly”. We completely ignore the fact that we were the one to elect them. We even ignore the fact that we have the complete right to take the mantle of the leadership if we think we are more capable to handle the situation than the existing leadership.
Its time we realize that the success of a democracy lies solely on its citizens. They are not only supposed to elect the right person but also volunteer to be the right person when there is a need. Democracy is not something which can be managed by laws. It needs to be fueled by the passion and desire of its citizens to have a secure and developed nation.
When anything goes wrong in the nation we immediately go about blaming these leaders for not acting “responsibly”. We completely ignore the fact that we were the one to elect them. We even ignore the fact that we have the complete right to take the mantle of the leadership if we think we are more capable to handle the situation than the existing leadership.
Its time we realize that the success of a democracy lies solely on its citizens. They are not only supposed to elect the right person but also volunteer to be the right person when there is a need. Democracy is not something which can be managed by laws. It needs to be fueled by the passion and desire of its citizens to have a secure and developed nation.
Protecting mobiles for Dummies....
It’s official now. I have been formally inducted to the hall of fame for the thickheaded.
The reason??? I just lost an ipod and a mobile in a span of three months in a busy BMTC bus. This time it happened even before the bus started to move. I wonder is it just me or the thief was a pure genius. Also I just hope it wasn’t stolen by the same thief. That might just catapult my sluggish reputation to levels never seen on earth.
Anyways a swanky new mobile and two days of visualizing the thief as one of the victims of the psycho doc in the movie ‘hostel’ has soothed the wound quite a lot. The only problem is that a crowded BMTC bus will keep on giving me the creeps for a long time now.
Looking back....
Attaining adulthood is like finally getting to know that there is nothing magical about the rainbow. The days of childhood illusions, daydreaming and innocence just vanishes away giving way to ambition, competition and lots of manipulations. Now it’s hard to find people whom one can trust. Minds have become so skeptical that there is always a lingering doubt even on the closed ones.
Even those “childhood heroes” who once brought a smile on our faces every time we see them, fade away. Circumstances just make us them or even ignore them and those who still command that respect are too few.
I sometimes miss those days when making friends was just about having a good time, when one’s favorite uncle was one who cracked the funniest jokes. When one use to be eager to return home from school to play in the locality. I miss those simple unadultrated joy we used to get by having the latest candy bar in the market. I miss those simpler days.
The Credit Card Debacle...
Few months back I had this embarassing conversation with my dad which I remembered a few days back. I had uploaded my CV on a few job portals, while searching for a job. After a month I got selected in Accenture and shifted back to Bangalore. On a Sunday morning my dad calls me up and what was said between us is as follows:
DAD: (in a very serious tone) Hey, How’s your training going on.
ME: (in a very bored tone) fine.
DAD: I wanted to talk to you about something.
ME: what is it?? (Gosh, hope it’s not about investments again!!)
DAD: I just received my credit card bill.
ME: So
DAD: There is an entry for Bharat Matrimony.com.
ME: (WHATTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#*%#$#*#^%$#%^&)
ME: That’s not me. That can’t be me.
DAD: (now in a very fatherly tone) you should have at least talked to us. You know we always support your decisions even though this is a bit too early.
ME: (agitated) aggggghhh!!!! There is nothing to talk about. There are no decisions to take. Dad!!!! I seriously have no idea about this.
DAD: Then who else would want to get married in our house.
ME: How should I know? (He did have a point)
Suddenly I realized about the online transactions for the job portals. I checked the net and it turns out that both the sites belong to the same company and they charged using the matrimonial site’s name.
On explaining this to dad he gave out a sigh of relief and said,” Well that resolves it. Anyways, now that you have a job, next time you decide to get married, kindly use your own credit card.”
ME: (in a very bored tone) fine.
DAD: I wanted to talk to you about something.
ME: what is it?? (Gosh, hope it’s not about investments again!!)
DAD: I just received my credit card bill.
ME: So
DAD: There is an entry for Bharat Matrimony.com.
ME: (WHATTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#*%#$#*#^%$#%^&)
ME: That’s not me. That can’t be me.
DAD: (now in a very fatherly tone) you should have at least talked to us. You know we always support your decisions even though this is a bit too early.
ME: (agitated) aggggghhh!!!! There is nothing to talk about. There are no decisions to take. Dad!!!! I seriously have no idea about this.
DAD: Then who else would want to get married in our house.
ME: How should I know? (He did have a point)
Suddenly I realized about the online transactions for the job portals. I checked the net and it turns out that both the sites belong to the same company and they charged using the matrimonial site’s name.
On explaining this to dad he gave out a sigh of relief and said,” Well that resolves it. Anyways, now that you have a job, next time you decide to get married, kindly use your own credit card.”
Samaritan..
It’s strange, how it takes a bad spell in life to find those good Samaritans one hear only in stories. These are the people whom one tends to ignore or even make fun of in any normal day. But it’s they who come out of no where and go out of their way to help one out of any situations. In the end, in return they ask for nothing. They just go back to their daily lives leaving us awestruck and wondering, what motivated them to help out strangers like us.
It’s might not be easy to find the lessons one can learn from every bad situation. Maybe we sometimes face such situations just to be reminded that such people do exist all around us. All we need to have is some faith and hope that we can help them out during their times of need.
Life Doesn't Rhyme
Your heart is a blizzard,
so you said once.Still
you didn't expect your
tears to turn to ice.
Yes, I am the devil
shout it all around.
They will still love me back
probably with their first kiss.
Don't bother remembering those
nights, forget those days.
They have become jokes
that my friends make.
The world told you to
move on and so shall I.
You wont be alone. There
is still more to come.
so you said once.Still
you didn't expect your
tears to turn to ice.
Yes, I am the devil
shout it all around.
They will still love me back
probably with their first kiss.
Don't bother remembering those
nights, forget those days.
They have become jokes
that my friends make.
The world told you to
move on and so shall I.
You wont be alone. There
is still more to come.
Colors I Drift By…
Thousand of colors,
Millions of shades,
Swirl around the sky
Like a dragon’s breath.
The clouds slowly drift by
With an air of snob,
And the sun heads for
Another world across the sea.
I sit by my window alone
And enjoy the dusk,
Who knows it might probably be,
My last sunset in this city.
Millions of shades,
Swirl around the sky
Like a dragon’s breath.
The clouds slowly drift by
With an air of snob,
And the sun heads for
Another world across the sea.
I sit by my window alone
And enjoy the dusk,
Who knows it might probably be,
My last sunset in this city.
Headbanger's Ball?
Head Banging is a way of life for most music aficionados. Here's a link which just might make you have a second thought about it.
Enjoy!!
Enjoy!!
Economics of charity...
Lately, no other illusion broke like the illusions of the US financial institutions. And man!!! Wasn't it awfully dreadful. Completely wiping out three major companies in a matter of few weeks. Now all that's left of these companies are bewildered investors scrambling around looking for someone to blame.
The crisis started the day when these financial institutions decided to be more lenient in giving loans to people belonging to the sub prime category. There was always a inherent risk of these people defaulting in their loans. So to make their skeptical investors happy they charged a few extra percentage points in the interest rate of these people. But doesn't increasing the interest further increases the risk of defaulting. Its like charging less from the rich and more from the poor for the same thing. How did it appear as sound investments to these financial institutions?
Even the government was happy. Why wouldn't it be. Who wouldn't want to be known as the man who was responsible for 'delivering' houses to the poor.
So who should be blamed for this act of charity? These institutions, who foolishly ran after increasing profits while ignoring the need to make a strong foundation to fall on? Maybe, the government, for overlooking the emerging crisis just to appease their vote bank. Their very own citizens are blaming them for the whole mess. They should have certainly put more regulations to avert such a situations.
Its time for governments to realize a robust economy cant be created by giving away "hollow dreams" at expense of others. Its about investing on people who can return it at a higher value.
This is the only way a country can prosper.
The crisis started the day when these financial institutions decided to be more lenient in giving loans to people belonging to the sub prime category. There was always a inherent risk of these people defaulting in their loans. So to make their skeptical investors happy they charged a few extra percentage points in the interest rate of these people. But doesn't increasing the interest further increases the risk of defaulting. Its like charging less from the rich and more from the poor for the same thing. How did it appear as sound investments to these financial institutions?
Even the government was happy. Why wouldn't it be. Who wouldn't want to be known as the man who was responsible for 'delivering' houses to the poor.
So who should be blamed for this act of charity? These institutions, who foolishly ran after increasing profits while ignoring the need to make a strong foundation to fall on? Maybe, the government, for overlooking the emerging crisis just to appease their vote bank. Their very own citizens are blaming them for the whole mess. They should have certainly put more regulations to avert such a situations.
Its time for governments to realize a robust economy cant be created by giving away "hollow dreams" at expense of others. Its about investing on people who can return it at a higher value.
This is the only way a country can prosper.
Still Mumbai...
Yesterday when my flight landed in Mumbai, I gave out a sigh of relief. The city hasn't changed at all. The temperature outside was still a stinking 28 deg, it still takes about a half hour to get baggage, mom's first comments are still on on my 'Sick' looks and dad is still just happy to see me.
It simply doesn't feel like I have been away from this place all these while.
After staying here for a day I realized more :
It simply doesn't feel like I have been away from this place all these while.
After staying here for a day I realized more :
- The sea breeze from my balcony still feels nice.
- The music in "Not Just Jazz by the bay" is still great.
- Evening walks in Priyadarshini park are still exhilarating.
- The sunset at Marine Drive is still heat warming.
- The women are as pretty as ever.
- and the men...... ummmhhh........ never mind.. they are still busy killing each other.
The thing is, I had got familiar with the city during my one year stay. It kind of seeped into my heart which even Kolkata couldn't do. It was here I spent one frustrating year of my life and it did it's best to make sure I am not sad all the time. Before leaving for the city from Bangalore I had a small apprehension that it might have some what changed like all long lost friends do. But when I came here and found it just the way I left it, I was relieved that it didn't change itself , at least not yet. It still has the amazing energy the whole world talks about.
Anyways lots of cheesy stuff has been written. But still if I ever meet the spirit of Mumbai I will definitely buy him a beer for doing such a magnificent job for the city.
Anyways lots of cheesy stuff has been written. But still if I ever meet the spirit of Mumbai I will definitely buy him a beer for doing such a magnificent job for the city.
Hornby's Humour
Recently I read two novels of Nick Hornby. Surprisingly, it turned out to be pretty nice change from the usual stuffs I read.
The first book, "High Fidelity" which I read is about a record store owner in his 30s recalling his five most memorable breakups. He eventually re-examines his failed relationships which leads him back to the last girl he broke up with. Next was "About a boy". The plot is about Will, a 36-year-old bachelor, and Marcus, an eccentric, introverted, bullied 12-year-old with a suicidal mother and how they meet each other and learn the lesson of life together.In the end Marcus evolves and becomes a “normal” kid, while Will becomes mature enough for his age.
The thing I liked about both his novels is that they are distinctly different from the usual stuffs I read which are like overtly gloomy with gloomy characters going on with their gloomy lives.Nick gives a humourous and a charmimg touch to the "not so perfect lives" of his characters. This makes the experience of reading his book quite cheerful. The humour of his makes sure that no matter how bad a phase the character is going through, in the end he will make it out of it.
Its a must read for people who believes no matter whatever problems we are going through there always be a space for a little humour in our lives.
Unusual Sundays...
I hardly get Sundays like today. Sitting at home alone listening good music,writing a blog comfortably sitting in a bright cheerful room. Most of my Sundays are spent in Java city or shopping or getting sloshed with friends whatever our mood asks for. Not that I am complaining about my usual weekends. I spend them exactly the way I wanted to. Still today's Sunday was due for a long time. There were loads of things I wanted to catch up with like reading the Franz Kafka I bought, watch some good movies we recently got and yeah right!! update my blog. Also with my current schedule its hard to get some time to be alone. Trust me, its a bliss to sit on the terrace alone watching the fiery red sun set across the horizon for a change. While going through some self reflection in my mind also.
Well, counting the list above the schedule still seems to be busy, but in a very relaxing way.
PS: Please add a bit of Sandman too in the above schedule. Its an amazing comic book series and I vouch for it.
Well, counting the list above the schedule still seems to be busy, but in a very relaxing way.
PS: Please add a bit of Sandman too in the above schedule. Its an amazing comic book series and I vouch for it.
An old dog in my alley says...
Stay away from obsession.It might end up taking your loved ones away..
lostPod
My carelessness took one of its greatest toll till date. I lost my precious I pod while getting on a crowded BMTC bus. Well some of the blame has to be given to the crowded bus and also to the thief who took it. Still I cant forgive myself for carrying it in my pockets instead of keeping it in the bag.
Anyways whats gone is gone. There will be many more I Pods coming my way later in life. Yet as of now I will miss the familiar voice of the gadget crooning away while I fight this wretched world.
Anyways whats gone is gone. There will be many more I Pods coming my way later in life. Yet as of now I will miss the familiar voice of the gadget crooning away while I fight this wretched world.
Dark Knight Dilemma
How can a writer review a movie of his childhood comic book hero without making his readers think he's still into reading comics. Though its restricted to a very few "Intellectual " ones. Pretty complicated isn't it.
Lets consider, the movie the writer saw was the recently released "Batman-The Dark Knight".First of all he should completely refrain from describing the 'cool', I mean the 'amusing' gadgets like the bike "bat pod" batman was riding or the secret 'high tech' hideout he had.It sounds a bit kiddish. I assume the writer might find the plot much better than the previous movie 'Batman Begins'.He could describe it a bit which somewhat goes like Batman and his confidants(Harvey Dent and Com. Gordon) are after the Gotham mob and meets his psychopathic, mass murdering, schizophrenic nemesis "Joker" for the first time .What ensues is a bitter battle between them where Bruce Wayne loses a number of friends and also an old lover. The movie revolves around Batman's struggle to stick to his moral code as he tries to stop Joker rampaging around the city he has vowed to protect. The plot has its share of twists and turns which adds to the to the movie's flavor.
Oh coming to the characters the writer can say how every actor perfectly fitted into their character. Heath Ledger as The Joker needs a special reference for his amazing performance. It surpasses way beyond the performance given by Jack Nicholson in the 1989 Batman movie. Even Christian Bale as the Batman gave a much better performance. The transition of Batman from a enraged young man looking for some answers to a 'feared' vigilante with immense power has been showed nicely in this movie.
No review can be completed without any appreciation of its technicalities. Obviously if our writer is such a big fan then he must add some facts that the film was shot in Chicago,London and Hong Kong,.For the first time four major action sequences were shot using Imax cameras and the movie was falsely titled "Rory's First Kiss " to lower the 'visibility' of production. The music has been composed by Hans Zimmer who is best known for winning an Oscar for The lion King.
Anyways I suppose thats quite a head start for our writer.But I believe he just might have already found a method of showing his appreciation for the movie and might just get away with it. Watch out for it...
Lets consider, the movie the writer saw was the recently released "Batman-The Dark Knight".First of all he should completely refrain from describing the 'cool', I mean the 'amusing' gadgets like the bike "bat pod" batman was riding or the secret 'high tech' hideout he had.It sounds a bit kiddish. I assume the writer might find the plot much better than the previous movie 'Batman Begins'.He could describe it a bit which somewhat goes like Batman and his confidants(Harvey Dent and Com. Gordon) are after the Gotham mob and meets his psychopathic, mass murdering, schizophrenic nemesis "Joker" for the first time .What ensues is a bitter battle between them where Bruce Wayne loses a number of friends and also an old lover. The movie revolves around Batman's struggle to stick to his moral code as he tries to stop Joker rampaging around the city he has vowed to protect. The plot has its share of twists and turns which adds to the to the movie's flavor.
Oh coming to the characters the writer can say how every actor perfectly fitted into their character. Heath Ledger as The Joker needs a special reference for his amazing performance. It surpasses way beyond the performance given by Jack Nicholson in the 1989 Batman movie. Even Christian Bale as the Batman gave a much better performance. The transition of Batman from a enraged young man looking for some answers to a 'feared' vigilante with immense power has been showed nicely in this movie.
No review can be completed without any appreciation of its technicalities. Obviously if our writer is such a big fan then he must add some facts that the film was shot in Chicago,London and Hong Kong,.For the first time four major action sequences were shot using Imax cameras and the movie was falsely titled "Rory's First Kiss " to lower the 'visibility' of production. The music has been composed by Hans Zimmer who is best known for winning an Oscar for The lion King.
Anyways I suppose thats quite a head start for our writer.But I believe he just might have already found a method of showing his appreciation for the movie and might just get away with it. Watch out for it...
An Evening with "Doubles,Triples and Quadruples"
Plays are not boring.. They are certainly not always serious. Instead they can be hilarious, touchy and can really make your day as the last play " Doubles,Triples and Quadruples" I saw, did. It is performed by a troop called Evam at Rangashankara. The play didn't have a full len
gth story as I expected it to have, but turned out to be a collage of snippets from life brilliantly portrayed by the group's amazingly talented actors.
The play included some hilarious sketches like the confusions of the newly wed couples,three gangsters hellbent to kill each other without knowing the reasons, a father pushing his son towards manhood and also some sweet and touchy ones like the last sketch involving two people finding love in old age.Even the monologues presented by the actors in between the sketches were pretty well done and didn't bore me for a single second.
In the end it was a great evening.. nice play.. lots of laughter.. nice company of friends..well it wasnt exactly great, it was an ideal Sunday evening.
gth story as I expected it to have, but turned out to be a collage of snippets from life brilliantly portrayed by the group's amazingly talented actors.The play included some hilarious sketches like the confusions of the newly wed couples,three gangsters hellbent to kill each other without knowing the reasons, a father pushing his son towards manhood and also some sweet and touchy ones like the last sketch involving two people finding love in old age.Even the monologues presented by the actors in between the sketches were pretty well done and didn't bore me for a single second.
In the end it was a great evening.. nice play.. lots of laughter.. nice company of friends..well it wasnt exactly great, it was an ideal Sunday evening.
Training..What Training??
yoohoo!!
No not exactly.
Agggghhh!!
nope not even that.one more try.
hmmm!!
oh forget it.Actually I really cant understand wat should I feel after two months of "a very productive"training getting over on Friday.Not that it was too bad.All I had to do was slog for tests,go through mindless slides,complete(try to complete) two case studies,stay back for entire nights,work on "Microsoft virtual PC",give more tests and... thats it.. Not too bad at all
Did it change me any way??
Ya it sure did.. I lost weight and now I am thinner than an African refugee.
Did it change the way i look at the world?
Very much. My vision is more blurry and I have to put an extra effort to see anything and everything.
Anyways enough of cribbing.. Thats what i have been doing for the last few posts.. Hope things will be sweeter and nicer after this...
No not exactly.
Agggghhh!!
nope not even that.one more try.
hmmm!!
oh forget it.Actually I really cant understand wat should I feel after two months of "a very productive"training getting over on Friday.Not that it was too bad.All I had to do was slog for tests,go through mindless slides,complete(try to complete) two case studies,stay back for entire nights,work on "Microsoft virtual PC",give more tests and... thats it.. Not too bad at all
Did it change me any way??
Ya it sure did.. I lost weight and now I am thinner than an African refugee.
Did it change the way i look at the world?
Very much. My vision is more blurry and I have to put an extra effort to see anything and everything.
Anyways enough of cribbing.. Thats what i have been doing for the last few posts.. Hope things will be sweeter and nicer after this...
rolling by...
Phew .. hard to believe its going to be month since my flight landed at Bangalore airport... thing's just rolled by so fast I didn't even realize its been more than a month since i wrote my last blog..
It just seems yesterday wen i was dozing off in my induction program and now i am dozing off in my .NET training too. That too after going through three weeks of grueling foundation classes, two tests and 32 hours of online courses. But i ain't complaining . Instead i will admit, it was pretty fun too... meeting new people, some turned out to be pretty interesting.. getting to know the whole "Accenture Culture". Then just like that yesterday, the time for my first salary came .. and believe me that sight in the ATM felt pretty nice..
But life's not gonna slow down now. I still have to 'pioneer' the stricter training schedule and passing criteria to see more of Accenture and my bank balance. I believe next month might just pass by even faster. So its time for another month of plunging into the madness and make some sense out of it.
Anyways, before anyone suggests wat should i do first with my salary, let me inform i already had my fav cheese dosa... so buzz off....
It just seems yesterday wen i was dozing off in my induction program and now i am dozing off in my .NET training too. That too after going through three weeks of grueling foundation classes, two tests and 32 hours of online courses. But i ain't complaining . Instead i will admit, it was pretty fun too... meeting new people, some turned out to be pretty interesting.. getting to know the whole "Accenture Culture". Then just like that yesterday, the time for my first salary came .. and believe me that sight in the ATM felt pretty nice..
But life's not gonna slow down now. I still have to 'pioneer' the stricter training schedule and passing criteria to see more of Accenture and my bank balance. I believe next month might just pass by even faster. So its time for another month of plunging into the madness and make some sense out of it.
Anyways, before anyone suggests wat should i do first with my salary, let me inform i already had my fav cheese dosa... so buzz off....
yoohooo accenture!!!!!
At last light at the end of my year long travel through this god damned tunnel( caritor /keane /pain in the ... or whatever you call that company). And what light it is. It just came and whisked me off my feet like a small child's tooth fairy just when i was about to lose all my teeth. That too in two weeks of getting the job. Which is, believe me faster than an angry Lewis Hamilton on the race track. And oh lets not forget the things that came along...
salary every month that too not from dad, weekend parties ,no more timesjob.com, no more dud interviews, no more embarrassment when people ask what i do, no more sitting at home doing nothing, waking early mornings, hectic schedule, work till late night, no time to eat, office politics, unsatisfied bosses, jealous team mates, madness,.......
ummm... am i supposed to be excited abt getting a job??????????????
Ah forget it!!
let me say it once again "yoohooo accenture!!!!"
salary every month that too not from dad, weekend parties ,no more timesjob.com, no more dud interviews, no more embarrassment when people ask what i do, no more sitting at home doing nothing, waking early mornings, hectic schedule, work till late night, no time to eat, office politics, unsatisfied bosses, jealous team mates, madness,.......
ummm... am i supposed to be excited abt getting a job??????????????
Ah forget it!!
let me say it once again "yoohooo accenture!!!!"
BOMbai
What does one get if he puts people as rich as the rich of Europe with people as poor as people of Africa on a piece of land? Well .....you get the city of Mumbai. Its a city with these two kinds of people coexisting in harmony but simultaneously keeping a thin line between them. Although most cities have a certain "class" division between the poor and rich but in Mumbai it is most evident. It's like mixing two different colored liquids,but ending up getting some wild swirls with each liquid having a distinct boundary. There is a general assumption that the name "city that fulfills every dream" only applies for the rich who lead their flashy life with their Porsches and million dollar homes, while the poor h
ave to fight for a square foot of space on the over crowded trains. But after experiencing Mumbai for the last few months, I find it hard to agree with them. If it was so, then why do these people come from far away states and work here if there was no future for them. I believe it is their dream that lures the poor laborers and drivers from different parts of the country to this city. What differs them from the rich is their dream. A poor dreams of earning money to send back to their families in their village, and saving up enough cash to shift his entire his family to the city someday. While the rich dream of bringing higher standards to their already comfortable life and thus taking the city to higher level of affluence. The city is called a city of dreams because of the opportunities its presents to every man to fulfill his dream with their hard work. Here again these two classes cater to each other's needs everyday, everywhere and cant survive a single day without them. But as soon as night falls they return to their own haven,none daring to trespass into the other's world. In the end of the day both these classes of people are equally happy for their respective dreams being fulfilled to some extent each day and equally sad for their disappointments.
Finally, I would say that every dream is fulfilled in this magical city.All one has to do is choose the right one ....
ave to fight for a square foot of space on the over crowded trains. But after experiencing Mumbai for the last few months, I find it hard to agree with them. If it was so, then why do these people come from far away states and work here if there was no future for them. I believe it is their dream that lures the poor laborers and drivers from different parts of the country to this city. What differs them from the rich is their dream. A poor dreams of earning money to send back to their families in their village, and saving up enough cash to shift his entire his family to the city someday. While the rich dream of bringing higher standards to their already comfortable life and thus taking the city to higher level of affluence. The city is called a city of dreams because of the opportunities its presents to every man to fulfill his dream with their hard work. Here again these two classes cater to each other's needs everyday, everywhere and cant survive a single day without them. But as soon as night falls they return to their own haven,none daring to trespass into the other's world. In the end of the day both these classes of people are equally happy for their respective dreams being fulfilled to some extent each day and equally sad for their disappointments.Finally, I would say that every dream is fulfilled in this magical city.All one has to do is choose the right one ....
Time to chill....
Its 10 degrees in Mumbai….. No, let me put it in a more appropriate manner: “IT’S BLOODY 10 DEGREES IN MUMBAI!!!!!!” Yup it is…News channel crews was reportedly seen around the city recording the coldest February ever...and I have never been happier (in my last six months of “jobless with a job” stay in Mumbai). For the reasons as follows:
- Those damn train journeys to NIIT will be a more comfortable.
- And a bit less smelly.
- Jogging will be more fun. Yes I do jog (Better believe it).
- At last can wear that sweat shirt from Kolkata.
- The vada pao tastes much more ‘yummier’ when one is not sweating.
- For a change News channels will report something more relevant than celebrity scandals.
And not to forget , it’s a very welcome change in my daily routine of waiting for call from that DAMN Caritor….
A very fishy new year........
I hate eating fish!! Nope, "shockingly" I am not a Bengali who craves for them during every meal of the day. Even though i consider myself as a pretty brave gastronomic adventurer, fishes are something I have dreaded for my entire life.
Not surprisingly, any visit to a relative's place in the city ( Kolkata ) brings out my old nemesis right on my platter. Recently during my visit to Kolkata, my aunts decided to have dinner together on 31st Dec . Each of them were supposed to prepare a dish and bring it. I deduced, of all three aunts excluding the one at who's house I was staying, at least one will bring something not remotely resembling a fish. But that was not supposed to be. On the new years eve as the days of the year came to an end, so did my luck. What was for dinner is as follows: fish curry, spicy fish and roasted fish. Although considered gourmet dishes in Kolkata fit for the occasion, my dinner was more like a lost duel. I tried to refuse as much as possible without being impolite but aunts will be aunts. They were too busy discussing how skinny I am and how I should eat more protein,vitamins, etc(conveniently again fish) to even sympathize on my anguish.And thats how i ended my year.
As for the rest of the five days of my stay my disappointed aunts looked down upon me for being the "aajob chele"(weird boy) .While I dug out old friends staying in the city to go out for lunch to save myself from another piece of those slimy little creatures.
Not surprisingly, any visit to a relative's place in the city ( Kolkata ) brings out my old nemesis right on my platter. Recently during my visit to Kolkata, my aunts decided to have dinner together on 31st Dec . Each of them were supposed to prepare a dish and bring it. I deduced, of all three aunts excluding the one at who's house I was staying, at least one will bring something not remotely resembling a fish. But that was not supposed to be. On the new years eve as the days of the year came to an end, so did my luck. What was for dinner is as follows: fish curry, spicy fish and roasted fish. Although considered gourmet dishes in Kolkata fit for the occasion, my dinner was more like a lost duel. I tried to refuse as much as possible without being impolite but aunts will be aunts. They were too busy discussing how skinny I am and how I should eat more protein,vitamins, etc(conveniently again fish) to even sympathize on my anguish.And thats how i ended my year.
As for the rest of the five days of my stay my disappointed aunts looked down upon me for being the "aajob chele"(weird boy) .While I dug out old friends staying in the city to go out for lunch to save myself from another piece of those slimy little creatures.
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