Saturday, July 28, 2007

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





Wednesday, July 25, 2007

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.

Monday, July 23, 2007

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 [:)]

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

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.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Its True !!

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

Friday, July 6, 2007

A B'day Prayer

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

Thursday, July 5, 2007

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

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

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.)

Monday, July 2, 2007

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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