Just guessing . .

Picture taken from here.

:)

Moments

• when it dawned on me that its not possible to be a film hero and that i'll have to choose an alternate career
• First love - reading
• Friends are what ?
• Discovering Ego
• Death
• My strength - not Engineering
• Crush ? Love ? Attraction ?
• What friends are.
• Knowing my bro
• Hard work
• what 'busy' means
• Sorrow
• Happiness
• Death. Again
• New love - stocks
• When she said . . . not "I love you", she said "You will recieve your passport in 4-5 days".

Looking back, its like i've lived 20 years of my life in the past 4 years and 4 years of my life in the first 20 years. That very much justifies my behavior or the change in it.

As the stage gets set for a newer and more daring adventure, it remains to be seen what lies around the bend this time.

Money ? Fame ? Failure ? Love ? Death ?

Wherever it leads to, I will always remember that i used my second chance to start off with a more accomodating mind, a fuller heart and a passionate view of life.

Life - Here i come.

Felt like

Happy B'day Raj

Story of the day

An old Cherokee chief was teaching his grandson about life.

"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy.
“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.”

One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego.

The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.

This same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too." The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather,"Which wolf will win?"

The old chief simply replied, “The one you feed."

wtf

My granddad used to grow the best paddy in his village. He used to rear 6 different types of farm birds apart from cows, buffaloes, oxen, ram and maintaining a fish farm. His cotton got the best rate among the surrounding villages. He had 2 younger brothers and they all lived together for 25 years. The brothers were something the village boasted of!!

My other granddad's name alone carried an influence that no signature on notary paper could. His command over the quality of paddy and its processing made the village's landlord make him his mill's supervisor for a fixed salary and a %age of profits every month. Performance based bonus in its time !! He was the one whom people in extended families looked up to in any emergency / calamity. Such was the respect that he commanded.

The first granddad got addicted to gambling at the time when he had 4 growing girl children. Addicted to an extent that he wouldn't return home for days and nights on end and some elder from the family had to go and get him back. And he would only disappear the next day. Needless to say all that he had built over the years wasted away. The second granddad was a man of freedom. He wanted to do a business of his own and took up to truck business. One truck brought him good luck and he prospered. But this was a business that he did not have a knack of, given his farming background. The second truck that he bought cut him down to struggling to meet a day's end.

That my dad and mom picked up their threads from there and made it to where we are today is a story for another day. Despite the fact that one grandfather isn't there today and another can hardly go around, the way people treat me when i return to their villages (my true roots ?) amazes me. They were real men. And no man is ever perfect. That their lives were monetarily a zero sum game is another matter. I am not making up reasons for bucks that we do not have today. These people left a legacy where they came from. 20 years from now, go to the place where you came from and try inquiring about yourself and you will understand what i am talking. No one will even know you existed. That is what we are right now.

Wealth can be built up or destroyed and it takes of fair amount of luck to go eitherways. But fame is a different ball game. For the future generations, we will just be parents or grandparents; not role models. That unfortunately will be taken over by film heroes or virtual heroes - advanced customized cartoon characters. If we get wealthy, they will have money to boast of. If not they have to live without the luxuries that rich dad's kids can afford. What tradition do we have to pass on ? What heritage do we have to hand them over ? All the technological advances and complex code practices apart, Can we narrate a simple bed-time story to a kid today ? At some point in our life, all of us would definitely have felt that our parents could have done certain things better in bringing us up. But do we really have it in us to raise our kids atleast the way we were brought up ?

I guess that is one question every generation of parents face. And the relation with parents will always revolve around a ignorant they-just-don't-know to an admiring how-did-they-do-it cycle. It amuses me how every damn discovery or invention from a pin to a gun is meant to improve the quality of human life and every one of us grow up thinking how golden the days were in our childhood. What hollow lives are we leading ? do we really work because we love our job ? Does the dream job ever exist ? If it does, how long will the fantasy last? If i am proved wrong personally by an inexplicable hand of fate, probably i will have to eat my words. But that is a risk i am willing to take writing this post today.

Are we giving back anything to the society that we came from ? Deep down, every one of us bastards is a philanthropist. But no, we will not start by deed. For us life is not try -> fail ->try -> fail-> try->succeed. We wait for the perfect job, the perfect home and the perfect life partner to somehow magically fall in place. We are incurable optimists in the most hopeless of times. We find people, places and even horoscopes to blame but never ourselves. We teach our dogs to pee on the roads and blame the government for not cleaning it up. ok, that last one was something personal. But dont every one of us have an unwarranted grudge against something or someone that is beyond our hands ? Why the F*** are we messing ourselves up so badly and are in so mad a hurry to do so ? Why the F*** are we so unwilling to simply stop, admit and make lives, ours and others so much better.

Unbelievable though it may sound, I have no Russian or Chinese influence and thereby am no Socialist, Communist, Leftist or Naxalite. I am a Capitalist with a capital C and live by the policy that it is not love but bulls and bears that make the world go round.

Questions, questions and questions. Answers; time alone can provide. Hopefully.

Thought of the day

If . .time had a rewind button

how happy we would be really



but the correct question would be

really how happy would we be



Life, is to be lived only once

and therein lies its essence

What not to become

I may or may not turn out to be what i want to be

but it is important that i do not stop trying.

When the day-to-day strife becomes too much

this image should remind me of

what i do not want to feel like at the end of it all

Thought of the day

Your temper is my strength

Sayonara

Morning
Noon & Night
we shared
we schemed
we laughed
we fought
for each other
against each other

Summer
Winter & Spring
we learnt
we roamed
we grieved
we dreamt
of a better future
of wilder adventures, of meaningful lives


Today
as you take leave
this rhyme remains
the more like me
incomplete

whatever it meant
whatever it means
whatever it will mean

Till faith crosses our paths
Again

IPC

Welcome to the Indian Punishment Code. This is a video of how a mob in Bihar punished a petty chain thief with a little help from the local police.

In case you are not from India and need a little intro, Bihar is a state rich in minerals and famous for anarchy. A place where politicians and thugs routinely loot the people in every damn possible way. The appearance of this video on news only prompted a blame game between the opposition and the ruling parties on whose failure it was. Commisions will be setup and enquires be ordered into; while hundreds or possibly thousands of other citizens suffer the same fate in a myriad other ways, silently, ignorantly.


I, an educated and responsible citizen, who will only sit and watch this happen, apologize to the souls of the founding fathers of this great nation for the pathetic state of the country today.

Thought of the Day

Success is my only mothafuckin option
Failure is not

- An Eminem song

With or without you

i will keep getting ready to office
i will keep getting mails from friends
i will keep getting confused with emotions
i will keep getting photographed
i will keep preparing for some exam
i will keep writing stupid poetry
i will keep buying cards
i will keep dancing
i will keep walking in the rain
i will keep sleeping early

but most of all
i will keep missing you
everytime everywhere

This number does not exist

I started my phone talk with a prepaid card from service provider H. Then when a marketer enticed us colleagues with empty postpaid promises, we got fooled into taking it. After paying millions and still not knowing the why of it, I intelligently jumped ship to service provider A, still remaining postpaid. The new guy was friendly, helpful and cheerful while i was taking up the service. Any wise guy would have understood it there. But me being me, I nosedived into the trap. Again

This time realization dawned a bit earlier. When the bill came to billions, i was ready for it. I fought them for one month wasting precious weekend after weekend meeting the sales manager of the branch from which I got the connection - to just get the extra charges dropped. ( Anyone who uses a postpaid probably will sympthaise that the extras sum up to more than the original charges for minutes used). They had charged 2000 bucks for a 'Golden Number' that i hadnt even asked for !!

Well, Life as i always say, is weird. I am a nice guy (usually) unless provoked. And here i was, bending over for them to kick my ass. I thought it over one night and decided to pay them back. I just threw out the SIM card and bought a new one - prepaid from the same service provider. They tried for days on end to reach me and get the old bill cleared up. But by then, i had alerted all family and friends not to take up any shit from them. And thats what they did. So A was finally clueless about me. Hah, the satisfaction of having vengence. It was all over.

That was the status of the game as of yesterday. (Though the penalties and paybacks are higher than being described in this post) Today they somehow got hold of new number and my old address. Balls ! If they are not done with it yet, neither am I. They can get fucked for all they want. So, half-time's complete and the scores are evened. Pitching in as the second half starts. Today.

Harry Potter

Take the lead

On a particularly fucked up day and frustrated evening, I happened to watch this movie called 'Take the Lead'. You dont exactly expect somebody like Antanio Banderas to play a ballroom dance instructor, right. Neither did i.

The movie is about how a ballroom dance instructor teaches it to some college kids in detention and in the process helps them discover themselves. Doesnt make for a fabulous story, but fabulous wasnt something that i was looking for that evening, given the mood. The movie was beautiful and i loved every bit of it.

Love for music is something we arent shy of expressing. If not by singing out, we do it atleast by humming. Whereas the same doesnt apply to dancing. You hear good music and that leg starts grooving. Suddenly you get conscious and the groove is reduced to toe-tapping.

Love, song and dance are universal languages. They dont need to be learnt to understand, but yeah some learning helps in expressing them well. Its only the lyrics and movements that vary from culture to culture but not the emotions that run behind them. I believe there is no music not worth dancing to. Sway, groove, tap or "thump", whichever.

I, for a confession, love to dance. But as i know and you expect it, am as good as a fish in a dish when it comes to it. My attempt to learn it has come till finding out the when and where of the classes. And then the usual excuses came up: No time, no partner, blah, blah and blah. This movie gave me the conviction to pursue it. Learn it, I will.

Here's something from the movie for all of us

Big Fat Guy: I dont think i am made for it (dance)
Girl Student: Do you want to dance
Big Fat Guy: I guess so
Girl Student: Then you are made for it

So, Tango, anyone [:)]

Religion

Not every Hindu is a fundamentalist
Neither every Muslim a terrorist
Yet, it is brother against brother
when it should be brother for brother
Religion, it seems is just opium of the people
when it is humanity, that delivers.

Its True !!

We've all heard of brave lads writing hindi film lyrics and cricket commentries in exam papers. Here's proof.

A B'day Prayer

The only thing achieved without effort is age
And i am celebrating it today
God save me
Amen.

Under Pressure

Code – Not working
Deadline – Crossed
Luck – Out of stock
Brain – Dead
Body – Exhausted
Client - Frustrated
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Situation – Hopeless


But if the mood is good,
and there is a song in the heart
the mind says

Rock On

I Believe

The lyrics . . for your reference

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97
Wear sunscreen
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

(Brother and sister together we'll make it through
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you've been hurting, and I know I've been waiting to be there for you. And I'll be there, just tell me now, whenever I can.
Everybody's free.)

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

(Brother and sister together we'll make it through
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you've been hurting, and I know I've been waiting to be there for you. And I'll be there, just tell me now, whenever I can.
Everybody's free.)

The Sacred Process

We, the employees of our company do not participate in any rat race. Literal or metaphorical. Not out of compulsion, but it is a practise we follow voluntarily. You see, we dont find the pressing need for such a thing given our indigenous appraisal process. If you too are a s/w engg. and so are acquainted with the above terms in a favourable or unfavourable way, welcome to a more elaborate read.

Maybe i am not fair in saying that our process is indigenous as it has been tweaked from one of the oldest tricks in Indian history. Namely the great Indian rope trick. No, not the snake and the charmer one. No such dangerous stuff for us, "valuable associates". Its the one where a rope is ties to the two ends of two standing poles and a boy/girl/fool walks on it sometimes with another pole in his hands for balancing, while another artist goes about drumming collecting money from those who gather to watch. A few relevant modifications have been done to this process but nothing so much as to lose the ab'original' flavour.

While we, "valuable associates" are obviously the tight-rope walkers, the management is obviously the collection agent in the aforesaid scene. Those who get through this tortous stage, balancing project utilization, bug rate and on-time deliveries for 6 months are sent to a room cleverly labeled "Discussion Room" where they are bound hand,feet and mouth and cold water poured on their hopes repeatedly till no more is left of it. Then, when the "valuable associate" is ready to accept peanut kernels as salary, then he is . . . WAIT, you thought that the process was over ! You fool, how dare you mock the sacred process !!

He/she is then subjected to random computer selection passing which they are presented with the hiked salary - offer letter in a grand one-to-one ceremony. The letter as the least clever of you might have understood by now is of no interest to the "valuable associate" who has been beaten to a breath of his career.

However, a point of note in all this is the discussion that takes place before the process cycle starts er. . cycling. All the "valuable associates" are herded together and a Senior Manager encourages ppl to ask questions. One of the lambs tempted by fame, and unaware of the fate that awaits him asks "Sir, why the random computer selection in the end". A broad smile appears on the manager's face and after a round of applause for the lamb's tomfoolery proceeds to answer "That, my dear Watson is elementary. It is there simply because . . it is part of the process." The hall resonates with silent nods from other project leads and managers who have made a mental note to taste first blood of this lamb. With all the qstns asked and answered, the discussion paves way for the appraisal process.

Comrades, it is because of us, s/w engineers, that the s/w industry survives
It is our blood that quenches their thirst
Our meat that gratifies their hunger
The hike shall not pass us by
Thou shalt not take it lying down
Today, let's pledge to make the s/w engineer's life a better one
Let this pledge stand for now and till
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My Song

wtf

Every so often clouds of melancholy gather in my brain and rain. And when it rains, it pours. The cause of the outburst this time were a few blogs that i happened to chance upon. With each good blog i read, i grow; smaller. I know not whether to gloat on the growing or lament on the deterioration. They express themselves so well, i am overpowered by awe. There are so many writers out there who have influenced me in so many ways. Its nice to keep knowing that there are ppl better than you out there. Helps raise the bar.

Most great blogs i happen to read have shades of grey. Pain hate, fear and revenge are always the most intense of emotions. No positive feeling can ever generate that intensity simply bcoz all good feelings set us free while negative feelings bind us down. Pain is an addiction. It pleases like nothing else. So does sadness actually make us happy ?

life can be like shit sometimes. and it will be. we cant expect ppl, friends or otherwise to think or feel like we want them to or for situations to be as we like. what we can do is decide how we react. There's the famous fwd mail example. Your kid accidentally spills coffee on you just when you are ready to go office. You can either scream your lungs out and spoil the day for everyone and regret your action a million times later or you can just change your shirt and go to office. All of us which is the wiser option, but how many of us actually do it? It is small things like these that make us better ppl. Ditto with all things bad that happen to us. We can keep on bleeding on them or brush them off and get on with life. Life's too good to miss out for loose change.

Dont try to make too much meaning of this post
wtf ! It doesnt matter
The only thing that matters is our choice
To live happy or not to.

Happy World Music Day

How many times did it make u dance
How many times did it make u blue
How many times did it make u happy
How many times did it make u relax
How many times did it make u nostalgic
How many times did it make u dream
How many times did it make u smile

so many genres, so many artists
so much to listen, so much to feel

Is there anything else as special

Tag

I am thinking.... If life's a roller-coaster, where exactly am i right now!

I said.... "wtf"

I want.... to achieve nirvana

I wish... I had superpowers. Being normal is pretty boring

I miss.... not having one real passion in life

I hear.... voices in my head fooling with me all the time

I wonder.... what it would be like if i woke up as a different person in a different place { Consígame desayuno. Whoa! Sé hablar español } [:D]

I regret.... not beating up my old company Project Manager after resigning there

I am.... 2 different ppl living in a single body

I dance.... only when the whole bunch's drunk

I sing.... I dont

I cry.... like Katti gadu in Jagadam. (Nenu kodithe nuvvu kottanu antaventi)

I am not.... emotional. I am immune to all bad/sad feelings

I write.... with a veil over my mind

I confuse.... over what the bloody hell am i put here for ?

I need....50 lakhs without pay-back. Immediately. Hard cash preferred.

I should.... try drugs. Once. Just for the heck of it.

I finish... only things that need to be

and you, dear reader are tagged [:)]

Best moments

* To laugh until it hurts your stomach.
* To find mails by the thousands when you return from a vacation. [not the official ones]
* To go for a vacation to some pretty place.
* To listen to your favorite song in the radio.
* To go to bed and to listen while it rains outside.
* To have a hot water bath.
* To clear your last exam.
* To receive a call from someone, you don't see a lot, but you want to.
* To find money in a pant that you haven't used since last year.
* To laugh at yourself looking at mirror, making faces.
* Calls at midnight that last for hours.
* To laugh without a reason.
* To accidentally hear somebody say something good about you.
* To wake up and realize it is still possible to sleep for a couple of hours.
* To hear a song that makes you remember a special person.
* To be part of a team.
* To watch the sunset from the hill top.
* To make new friends.
* To feel butterflies in the stomach every time that you see that person.
* To pass time with your best friends.
* To see people that you like, feeling happy.
* See an old friend again and to feel that the things have not changed.
* To take an evening walk along the beach.
* To have somebody tell you that he/she loves you.
* To laugh .......laugh........and laugh ...... doing stupid things with friends.

All these are taken from a fwd mail that i recieved. Have you noticed how many of them are to do with laughter and love ?

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spiderman 3 sucks; big time. toby maguire should should get some counselling to stop listening all the time to old ladies who speak slower than they can walk. kirsten dunst; with her acting skills and those beautiful teeth can successfully bag some vampire movies. no kidding ! and sam riami ? hopeless dude. this was exactly what i was thinking 1 and a half hour into the movie.

ppl go to a superhero movie to idolise the hero, not the villian. i dont understand the point in getting such a handsome fella to play harry osborne - sensible and rich. why would any girl refuse him for peter parker? though given Mary Jane's EQ, that's highly possible. and the alien symbiote totally rocked. how careless of spidey was it to get rid of so dangerous a thing in so irresponsible a manner. he well deserved venom for his carelessness. after all "with great powers comes great responsibility" !

somehow aunt may behaved old too in the movie. given her age being somewhere in the 170's of course we dont expect her not to act senile. but come on, she was boring. which she wasnt in the previous 2 movies. what's with parker getting all senti whenever someone brings on anything abt uncle ben. dude, its been ages since that happened. we do have our sympathies, but get over it. you dont have to wring us dry every other movie.

now that all that could have been better is commented upon, its time we get to the better part of the movie. (yes, there actually are some good scenes!!). the climax, for instance manages to salvage some pride for the movie. how cool was it for a superhero to get some help for once. and sandman; happy that he wasnt killed. we all do mistakes. the only thing that matters is that we learn from them and get to be a better person. personally i think sandman should get his own comic strip in which he gets to play the hero. and the jazz club scene was good. parker's swagger and all. cool.

i wish next time someone makes a superhero movie, they realise that they are messing with millions of kids' minds out there, so they better do it with some responsibility. like not making heroes out of symbiotes and sissy's out of superheroes for starts.

Muhahahaha

How much i would love this [:D]

Taken from here

Indebted

u allow me to
neither apologise
nor praise
maybe u r right
for neither will ever be enough
times of fun
times of misery
but never without u
it cost me one gem to find another
wading through rubble all the way
i wronged many right ppl
blind; but to my self
even though u say so
somewhere inside me it will never be ok
for the winter is what i made
to have shut the door
when i could have been your heal

but for my conscience
that is not guilty
i would not be

Whoa

You, me, your colleague and mine were in the lift that day. I dont remember our colleagues faces or even what i was wearing that day. Just a vague feeling that it was formals. But i remember every bit of you. About my height but shorter. A black top and long skirt. Black bindi. Shaped eyebrows. Round eyes. And a tease of a mouth. I wont describe anything more as this blog is a public read, but i remember everything else as well.

I guess it was Monday. You were saying to your colleague "ninna antha nidra poyaka ivvalti gurunchi yenduka bad ga feel autharo?". I heard that. Or rather overheard that and inadverdently replied "train lo ratri antha nidra leni valla sangati yenti madam." I didnt expect you would hear that. As it wasnt supposed to be a reply, but a comment.

We were out of the lift and in the lifts lobby in the floor we intended to be. Your colleague went inside your office. I dont know where mine vanished. Point was we both were alone there. You turned to me and said " I think you worked for SIS." It was then that i saw u properly (trying to keep my jaw from dropping all the while) and observed all the details that i described earlier. I said "Yeah, I used to but not anymore." You smiled, shook your head in a most friendly, cute, lovable sort of way and slowly walked to your office.

I was struck. I was smitten. But most of all i was dumb. I had neither taken any of your details nor given mine. AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH. I went into my office oblivious to the chatter all around. Duryodhan hadnt come yet. Oh, you dont know him i suppose. He's a guy who can help in some matters. Espically like these. As usual, he came late. Until which time i dont know what i worked. After shouting at somebody for something that they didnt do, he settled in his seat. Finally. I explained him the whole scene including my foolishness of not exchanging details. He asked how you lookd like. (inspite of my describing you). He always does. You see we have to explain anything twice for him to understand. Forget it. I told them (my other 2 cubemates had joined in to listen by then) that maybe we could spot you again if we came out to the lifts lobby early for lunch and waited.

My head hit something and i woke up to find myself on a train from Vizag to Hyd with my legs on someone i didnt know and his legs on mine. Reality was that i was travelling in RAC and the time was 2:50 a.m. Inspite of the obvious inconvenience, i desperately tried to go back to sleep. Just a fervent hope that i might see you again. Even if it was for a second. So much for my luck. After 20 minutes of "fervent hope" i got up, pulled out my scribbling pad and wrote down all this lest i forget even 1 word. Whoever said that ideas strike at 3 in the morning was damn right. That is why i bought this scribbling pad in the first place. But then, this is as far from an idea as i can call it.

Babe, i know you exist for real. Or i couldnt have dreamed of you in such stark detail. Neither would i have made the effort to write down 3 pages at 3 in the morning. Forgive my brief stupidity at having the let the moment pass. If you know me and are reading this blog, send me a photo of yours and get in touch right away with my gmail id talk2rakesh. You can send me the photo in whatever dress u want (in case you had that doubt) and i will be able to recognise you.

Till we meet . . Again

But then . .

. . what has to happen has to happen. for better or for worse.

I thought . .

. . it will never be too late. But then it can be. and will be. maybe it should be.

My DNA

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To Do

NEVER PUT TOO MUCH TRUST IN FRIENDS,
LEARN HOW TO USE ENEMIES.

(Found while random surfing)

Carlos and Daisy

Carlos is once again spotted sneaking around. This time he is acting different. Ah, he is eyeing the females in the group. The females are confused on what to do. However looks like Daisy has taken the bait. She dares to go ahead and meet him though it is against the rules to meet a male of the rival group. Yes, Carlos has come not to make war, but to make love. As they cuddle together behind the bushes, the group has noticed Daisy's absence. They spend a lot of time searching for her. As the end of the day nears, Daisy remembers that she has to get back to the group. She tries to get in unnoticed. But then that is not to happen. Despite her efforts to apologize, she is pushed around and punished. The family will not tolerate such behaviour. But then, the family has to get to home and it is already getting late. Luckily for Daisy, they start moving. . .

Carlos and Daisy are meerakats.
Narration on Animal Planet simply rocks, aint it ?

Water water everywhere . .

The govt. "sells" water @ 15 paise per litre to Water-Bottling companies. These companies sell a 25 litre water can in the market @ Rs 50. That is Rs 2 per litre. Which means these companies get Rs1.85 per litre in this whole cycle. Approximating all the operating costs to 85 paise per litre, the companies get a net profit of 1 rupee per litre. See what it all boils down to ?

. . and remember to throw in the fact that we, the citizens have forgotten that access to safe drinking water is one of our basic rights garunteed by the constitution.

Another one

Taken from here

Joke

Taken from here

Believe me, I am perfectly alright.

My Soul

Disclaimer: Dont ask me if its true

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are a warm hearted and open minded person. It's easy for you to forgive and forget. You are not a very grounded person. You prefer dreams to reality. For you, it's all about possibilities. You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you. Your near future is in a very different place (both physically and mentally) from where you are right now. For you, falling in love is all about flirting and feeling playful. You couldn't fall in love with someone who took life too seriously.

Inside the Room of Your Soul

Sniff

Why all the fuzz !

Yes, we are technically (and hopefully) out of the world cup.
So ?

The only thing to feel bad about this world cup is Bob Woolmer's death. Period.

The importance of Nothing

No money
No ambition
No love
No dreams

No worries [:)]

So, what for am i living [:-?]

Lol

The only place where an unwed man and woman can legally sleep above one another - railway compartment

[:D]

to self - Note the sense of humour has gone to abysmally low levels. but then again, after a night of starting late and rushing to catch a train, running out of petrol, getting hit by a car from behind and finally making it in big enough a margin of time to buy a bottle of water, that's not a bad way to call it a day. Icing on the cake - did not lose my temper throughout. Coool

Good Morning

Ameerpet Centre, weekday 9 a.m

You definetely think "Shit" before you nose dive into the madness confronting you. There is one constable trying to control some 1000 people around him. You might feel the feeble voice of your conscience telling you to obey him. But then that is immediately lost in the cacophony of the horns blaring behind you.

I turn back and ask " Cant you see that it is the red light that is on". He says "Lite". I feel like getting down, going over and giving one tight slap. But then not wanting to add to the commotion, i simply move. He wriggles through and happily crosses the road much to the chagrin of those around. His success spawns another string of 2 wheelers to trail him. Now, the 4 wheelers start blaring their horns. I decide to go too before all hell breaks loose.

Cool, finished stage 1 a.k.a crossing the road.

Before i enjoy the taste of victory, the road is occupied by innumerous autos that block the road beside, infront and behind the lone bus out of which people keep dropping at bus stops. I push the bike through as there is no scope to shift gear. After waddling for what seems like 10 minutes, i finally emerge out of the chaos.

But the joy is short-lived. Somewhere between the second and third gear, i am forced to brake as neither of the bike,bus coming opposite look like they have the intention of doing so. Cursing again as they pass, i shift gear and go.

Then comes the stretch between the stadium and Krishna nagar. I breathe deep and plunge again. After overcoming the pedestrians who cross like the road like bolts of lightning, the goods autos with open pipes protruding a kilometre behind them, the vegetable carts with people bargaining right upto the centre of the road, the stuck bus which is intent on exhausting right into the helmets of unsuspecting riders, and the rest of the millions of other vehicles, i get to a point where the traffic thins.

Whew, from here its 10 minutes till i reach Wipro. With all educated morons trying to reach office on time oblivious to the existance of traffice rules, there is a traffic jam. After 3 traffic signal changes, dozens of efforts and 15 minutes later, i am able to get past Cyber Towers. In 5 minutes i am at office.

I have cursed 10 times , learnt a new way of manouvering the bike to scare the oncoming traffic into letting me pass, have sweat like a pig in the helmet, wrinkled my shirt and have dirt marks on my trousers.

Have a pleasant day at office.

What do I do

In the mess that i have dinner daily, there is a boy of around 12. He has quick black eyes and he wipes the place after i finish having my food. He is a hard-worker and sees that there is nothing the owner has to complain him about.

Any child of that age if lucky enough to have a good family to support him, would probably be studying 7th class. He would be playing street cricket during holidays or watching TV on Sundays. Whatever he would do, he definetely wouldn't be cleaning after me. He wouldn't wake up not knowing what day it is and feeling what difference it makes in his life.

What a waste of childhood and of a probably great citizen. The irony of the situation is that he cant be brought out of it. It is not bonded labour and his parents would plead not to let the authorities know. Even if he is rehabilitated, some other child would take his place - The lure of money and one less mouth to feed.

Is there a way out? If there is one, show me. If there is not, help me find one. For i need to answer those eyes of his.

Currently

fActually

Truly speaking, I am a liar

ciao 2006

Ragini & Aravind struck. By Cupid

Single on Feb 14th. Again

No Holi this time :(

Ugadi, acha telugu istlye :)

Rang De Basanthi and the ride to Metro

Gifted my best photo for B'day

Ragz marriage. Finally !

Chandu goes to Vizag

Roopa. Jeevan. Schok :-0

CAT loses its 3rd life

First employment anniversary @ SumTotal

Raj leaves us all never to return again

Raj

You were one of the very best. Thank you for everything