M.U.J.E.E.B

Cochin-Mangalore Gas Pipeline

2012-01-14T13:31:00.001+05:30

As like any major revolutions that took society to tempest, "Gas-Pipeline" scoop too crippled like an ant on any hardest rock surface.

The Company, Returns...

2011-12-26T00:15:00.000+05:30

It was a day, the oppression and frustration going through his mind propelled like an Inter Continental Ballastic Missile! What next, words spread in length and width as a blog!
Some Opportunists saved the words in local machine and distributed to alike minds, the corrupted ones. Created some more opportunity for their growth! But who cares!
So, the long await, is over, The Company Returns!

2011-12-24T23:02:00.002+05:30

"The trouble with world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt."

--Bertrand Russell

--MUJEEB patla

2011-11-25T23:43:00.001+05:30

"To have a dream in sleep is an entertainment; to have a dream in life is a blessing"

the DAY called EID!

2011-11-12T01:32:00.001+05:30

Thick fog with steep cold, sun-rays still not in direct contact with earth-face, even the harder of the hardest could resist the allure a deep sleep pledge, given the blanket-warm conditions!Let it be any special occasion, the person under question will get in to a trembled state of mind when confronted with a situation of getting up and walking in to a bath-room (which barely justifies its “literal” or “built-for” duty) against all adverse provisions. A room built with a person’s body thickness in mind (of builder)Even the filthiest of the bed-bugs could not resist his promised “rest-in-peace” state! While considering his special surrounding (that he is severely alone), even the rockest of rock will get softened, let alone his STRONG BOSS’ crookedness.A year back, this person lost his Eid prayer by untrusting the people-around’s words. How could he! Each moment they mocked him and made it so sure that, he should be insulted, lied with. So when he doubted, what was so wrong happened. Justifiably he doubted their words, though true words come from them infrequently, he disbelieved in all!This person, he; is me.With all efforts against the inertia gathered in the form of comfort provided by blanket, a thrust of fear and confusion-determination pushed me out. With no idea of exact Eid prayer timing, than a lousy word from a “strict acquaintance”, 7am.6:30am already, swelling crowd outside the masjid, the only way out, is to ask a person from the cult, “When exactly is the Eid prayer?”Pride would get tampered! How could I let that happen? Kept mum; and walked, hands in pockets; direction, towards canteen. The serving boy, in brand-new cloth, was in ecstasy. Smiling for reasons and no-reasons; but I just needed an answer, WHEN IS THE EID PRAYER? The question struck in his heart. Helpless he was, and smiled back with a vague guess of timing no-where in range of what it could have been.The tea was well-sugered; as mattered much from a tea shop. Not a query mitigation opportunity. I sighed for getting discouraged.Sipping tea, walking back to room, made a mind for 6:50am, what so ever be the real timing. Not in vain; the seat was right in front of a door from toilet and ablution place; on a bare floor with water spilled all over, by the people who made frequent in and out. White dress I was in, the doubt of being in clean and tidy seemed completely out-of-worry context.Announcement and reciting from inside masjid, echoed so well that the output on ear-drum resembled of a mixed band-width vocal recipe; understood nothing. “See the neighbor, act accordingly”; was the rule. In between a question popped up in my near-standing chap, “How these people do Eid prayer, seems different from ours?!”, my answer, “God knows, and them!!!”Prayer over, crowd dispersed. Some hugged, some shook their hands; and a minority (me included) ran to room, making others to feel, “this guy is in really busy mode”; only we know how badly we were in pursuit to catch-up with the sleep we actually ditched in between.7:30 am to 7:30pm; no major developments.Loneliness killed the hero. Mosquitoes mused him and bed bugs did suck the rest.It was a Eid day, I believe. Continued, that, be with person you like more, and like you more, especially for the occasion so special. Well, I am stuck with myself here. Nor have the freedom to choose better.A choice was better, have I had one!

the CONTRAST PARADOX

2011-03-25T13:38:00.000+05:30

Any break from that back-bending heavy loads and always-raising target-expectation chain reactions are more than welcomed, especially in a desert like ours, where, to get in to the nearest ATM we have to use all the transportation means other than ships and airplanes (if that was a requirement, I bet, we would have used that too). No hospitals in any miles distance. A perfect exception to the highly thriving, leaping modernizing world, I will go to the extent to argue with Thomas L. Freidman’s theory of Flat world with a deserted one.

That was a lunch time, biriyani burning in belly, with bubbles of Pepsi, altogether constituting an awesome experience one should definitely go through, at least once in a life (strictly once, repetition may cause irreversible consequences). Other than thickly packed work schedules, there is no place for relaxation than a warehouse with all those products we sell, or a small reception with two sofa sets facing each other with camera on the roof (reminding the “Big-Boss moments”)
The day was also not a different one, than it numbered new in calendar, rest of all were same, damn same. If monotony is killing, then I bet I kill myself each day throughout the ten long- straight-hours (officially; 11 or more hours, off-record). Same faces in room and office, even it is a rare coincidence to get some new faces in dreams.

Boring and killing; maybe the typical-framed expatriate life-style in Middle East.
The heavily accented receptionist is handling the phone calls on behalf of our esteemed brand; smiling and shying, he got his style of doing that; I am afraid; with the alphabets I can express even a fraction. Repetition of events, myself on sofa with Gulf News; and few of other employees trying to listen the always muted 42” flat TV, walled right between the camera on top and smiling face of our enthusiastic receptionist on bottom.

All of a sudden; like, directly from heaven a person made his appearance with a resume on the right hand, a very common view in today’s world of heavily getting- fired and least-hired. Sooner he made an approach to the receptionist, I don’t know what made him so over-whelmed, but he lost any control if at all he had any; the only thing we (receptionist, people gathered to enjoy the muted debate on CNN and half-slept me with gulf news in hand) could here is, “Me, my resume, job vacancy and some referred person’s name” and lots and lots of breathing action, which blown the words so much apart that, our receptionist was blinking repeatedly. But he could manage the highly-panicked job aspirant soul to get his way back. Hardly might he have kept fifty steps from door, I just flew to the table and ran a sight over the CV. I couldn’t believe my eyes, the guy was a bachelor holder in Mechanical Engineering and with sound experience as supervisor in the related field, from a place where education and health care is booming and always on top from all the other states of country, India. The person is eligible, but I doubt whether he was able. He had certificates and mark sheets filed thickly, but no confidence, not even a grand on pocket, and communication skill, “null”. The scene presented some laughter moment for all who were present there.

Then, rather with great surprise, I could see a person with hardly any expression, reflecting the steeled heart, and golden achievement he had, a young business prince, with the crown of marketing director to bunch of 20 countries, at his young age of 25. The person barely has any certificate or academically strong-hold to match his position, as the new paper jargons, but he is successful with his ability. The person who got whole sack of confidence and not a single piece of sheet in the file as mark sheet or academic certificates.

The paradox is that, both these persons belongs to same place and same age group. But they are on different verge of destiny. I don’t know whether the word “destiny” could be used to bound the condition, but I am sure the “paradox” is the other most prompt phrase which will describe the scenario. An engineer who cannot tell what he can do, and a sales executive who can tell all the thing which he may not be able to do. An engineer who can be proud to be a wiz in paper and a sales person who is a hero in market. One is jobless, the other is the director of a company. Should we change our age-old, strongly formed myth on education and success. Some wise mused, “beauty may open the door, but only virtue enters” long back. Maybe the phrase will re-joint to form, “Educated may get a job, but only the confident and able will climb the success”. I was still under the shock (of the incidents witnessed) and sluggishness (of hefty lunch), but time waits for no any thoughts to climax, it just ticks, and it did. And that was another lunch hour to remember.

a GRIM outlok

2011-03-25T13:36:00.000+05:30

Dedicated to all those men/women/children those got killed for the very reason they were unaware of.

Religion- sheer a word for some; fiction for some others; grudge-builders for others; hatred-developer for many; leverage for some; sometimes a curse, or blessings for some others.

If the world goes for a poll to the most widely used/misused word, the R word will hit a jackpot in terms of numbers, I bet.

The air was so cold in moisture and dropped temperature, with already sunk sun on horizon, the evening was more than soothing for anyone with normal senses. As usual, that road from Kasaragod, abundant of pits, moved out stones, revealing the contractors’ very intention of building the road, but failing to hide his greed for money with compromised quality norms on raw materials being used or worst-workmanship; easy and comfortable for the civilians to curse the rotten system around but takes bravery to put fingers on and act against; but we prefer to share seat with fence sitters and indulge more on gossiping or mumble against than any constructive way of dealing. Some; even count this among the man-achieved blessings for keeping in check the vehicles from making a try to touch the up-limit in speedometer and hence more lives to heavens.

No difference in usual circumstances, but the mesmerizing air around made a human more a human; so what about beasts in human skins, they will never gets affected by these naïve-allures from nature which stays way low in their scale when comparing the pay they received for the mission to accomplish or for the fructification of the mission they have raised to. One motor cycle with its shimmering headlight approaching, an auto-rickshaw and a van over taking it, street-lights off (thanks to load-shedding or power-cut whichever may be the Electricity Board’s excuse this time, or part of the bigger plan!),the nature-sponsored peacefulness shattered by an agonized cry, snatching the entire neighborhood’s attention to the “motor cycle-auto rickshaw-van” scene. Some rush moments, the four-wheelers fled the spot. But the people gathered could see a ruthlessly stabbed youngster on floor with body parts which was built to be in, actually came out, a “not-so-eye-friendly-watch”.
Another instance of communal rivalry, newspapers concluded. Or, a newly evolved, established way of dealing and returning on “same-pan” style of approach.
This is a scene from my beloved district. Though repeatedly been considered as “the very far” district of Kerala (famous for deep communal harmony, elevated health-care matching the western world, and hiking super-consumerism) by the states-men of far south Trivandrum, the capital city, the district is still very Keralite. The far Kerala’s fluctuated left-right rulers put the district, Karnataka politicians keep it near. With cultural-linguistic diversity, the place has been in lime-light for the reasons which are negative most of the time; and Malayalam movies for decades notoriously depicted the place to be goon ruled with the epic character Kasaragod Kader bhai.

The people were more humane before. They put hands on shoulders of their brothers never caring on the others name or faith. They lived; loved; dealt; treated; cried; screamed together. They respected each other and revered their brotherhood. Many times they forgot each other’s religion in the merry mood of the festival they were gathered. Nobody questioned other, or it was never required to be doubted on other party’s presence in others’ festival; they ate together, they cracked jock on each other, and laughed altogether. Now sounds like the lines from day-dreamer.
Jinxed now; those places and occasions never looks they were used to.

Doubt is the emotion which comes first, whenever one gets near to the stranger now. To leave the home after 7 pm, considered as very brave decision to be made. The very neighbors we used to boast upon, now turned to be source of all fears. As if the world capsized altogether. People stilled perplexed in understanding who, when, why, how spilled so much hatred among brothers. Why it became necessary to be so hostile in our own home, and concerned on our own surveillance plans.

Please be reminded that, this state is part of that secular India whose father is still that charismatic-messiah of secularism, “Mahathma” Gandhi, than the venomed Godse; though the efforts are on its way to turn the lamp skin on jackal.

Some, who managed to touch this point, might be cynic on the narrator’s intention and his attempt to inflate the situations to make it more monstrous. But he just wanted to convey a simple message which he understood, that, the situation in Kashmir never allow one to explode a bomb on his brother’s worshipping place; or, because some brain-washed crowds demolished some worship-place, will never give an explanation on your ill-treatment of your brother’s family, or because some tyrant ruler, history back, behaved unjustly; should not make you to be much more unjust to your fellow being. Stop searching for the reason to hate and kill. We may be different in faiths, we may have difference in opinions, we may have different viewpoints; diversified, but beautiful-so do the rainbow, adding only beauty to its spectacle. But what if one fine morning the blue in the rainbow feels to be all alone and spread over all other hues, that is something we have to be worried about.
Or, as he comprehended with his primitive data-base of knowledge; it will not be humane to be inhumane for the reason which was never humane.

where is my VALENTINE....?!!

2011-02-14T19:17:00.000+05:30

Life is more predictable than ever before, even a slight displacement of a grain from daily routine becomes the next to most difficult task to be accomplished.
And, what if you are so much used to be as you used to be; sounds like words repeated out of typing err; but it is not. It is more than a typo-graphical error.
The situation becomes bad, when you are complacent with that. And, if you are in some middle east desert, it gets ugly. Even camels used to like some companionship, so what about “socially-networked-animal” human!

I can drag Darwin’s piles of theories and his buddies dug-up fossils to prove that, homo-sapiens proved to be more like flexible-dolphins than stubborn-dinosaurs when coming to the chasm of adaptability (with defined boundary limit); and easily prove why human species is thickening in deserts and snow peaks alike, and migration as the most-liken phenomenon.

Yes, the fittest always survives. But who is that “fit”, maybe nature got its permutation-combinations to determine the one. But so far, we homo-sapiens proved to be winners, in whichever way we look on, whether if it the case of de-forestation, or contaminating ozone layers, or drilling deep holes to lick oils to the earth core. We repeatedly shown our fellow species how brilliant we are in digging our graves and nail our own coffins, and expecting a colossal-bailout from nature for all that naughtiness. But nature is not Uncle Sam’s private pub like wall-street, that, you can build the palaces, ride Lamborghinis, hangout in Miami and squander the rest in Las Vegas; with money laundered from senior citizen’s pension funds and health-insurance. No, nature has some principles, strict and decent ones.

Went little deep, but my whole point was to prove how championed we are as human, in adaptation. Being from the same ocean, it is in my DNA to carry on that legacy, the legacy to be adapted to any environment; well, if it is a secluded, “oasis-less desert”, doesn’t matter; my duty is to prove how proud I am as my forefather’s great grandson.

Now, these inherited, “special-ability” made me in a place where cactus grow abundant and camels roam fearless.

Being in a desert, livings carry-out heavy-work-loads, on odd-work timings, in dry-surroundings, with very dry-colorless life. And more than happy for the full-plate meal. The sole characteristic of any deserted.

Having explained the truth, hoping for a valentine to be with, is like a beggar’s dream of his palace entry. Do the work (no matter how much it is), sit before TV (if you wish to be entertained, or wanted to see anything other than sand-wind and caterpillar-trucks), and sleep the rest (nobody will question you, or wake you up in case of a 24hrs sleep too; provided it should be a weekend).

But still people turns red with “Black-Day” status on Facebook wall for Feb-14, they show their opposition, with inverted smileys-which hurt me most.

Some are happy with the way they are living, some are grumbled for the terrible destiny, some see horizon each-day for a better tomorrow, but many live helplessly.
The sad part is, they all are feeling so lonely here. The promising part is, they can change their destiny. The bright part is, they all are present here in this desert now, and sheer an exchange of smile can cause this desert to be the snowy scape of heavens.

But the pathetic part is, I am here, and I don’t know where is my valentine…..!!!

(if the above writing seems incoherent, no use of cursing the writer. He is already got in some scattered mind, and it will take some time to reboot)

I was HUMAN once, and USED TO live like one....

2011-02-09T10:15:00.000+05:30

I was human once, and used to live like one.

Other than humans around, there where birds flocking on skies, ants marching on floors-walls, cats wandering on kitchen, dogs barking on house-holds and cows grinding on fields.

The air around was fresh and life-building, and land, skies blend of colors epitomizing charisma of that genius Creator.

With that crowd around, screaming-yelling-whispering; the world seemed blossomed, filled-up and busy-moded with life.

Nothing was scheduled, rain may come following the sunny noon, clouds may roll after the empty-blue sky, entire transport system may go for strike without giving a room for a guess.

People may clash when they get angry; they may burst upon jokes of their colleagues, or may be to even to a perfect stranger’s (if it deserved), they hug and synchronize their heart-beats….

After a complacent night, there will be morning, when you realize of being-late to office, but a sudden revelation of water-tank turning to drop-less of water making you mad, and no electricity to run the pump; in order to enroll into “daily-morning activities”, and the outcome on your mouth in the form of mumbling on all the persons from cabinet to the next-door uncle for the situation… And, when you foresee overall output of all these carried inputs on your boss’ flat face with curved skins, though numbing; but still got a wild taste of life.

Each day, struggling in the rush-hours for the buses, and being one among the thick-crowd, herding to the offices; tired, exhausted, frustrated; but not the monotony over and over again. It is beautiful experience. It is multicolored. It is a life worth living.

And, what when you open the eyes to the head-blowing alarm on the table-near pillow, and see the same world you were seeing 24*7*12; like a painting stuck on the wall, cobwebbed and nobody alive their to remove or change that, with painting stained making it as obvious of decades passed. The same faces, same attitudes, same smells, same house-holds, same routines, same shops, same hotels, same routines…. I bet, you can recollect even the number of stones on your path.

Everything is so repetitive and predictable!

Morning rings through mobile alarm, after three-four snoozing effort manages to put under the showers. Same water temperature, and same heart-brain emotions- repetitive and repulsive way starting the day.

Same those hotels, sign boards, the caters’ dimmed expression, same sugared-tea; not even a change in color.

Days running, hours flying, minutes cruising; now also the same mobile alarm wakes me up, and the same faces fills my life. God is adamant, as it seems, to teach me some lessons. May be He wanted me to understand some of his valuable lessons; but I am so juvenile to digest those precious gems.

Now I stopped complaining the sands around,… each morning when I peek through that window, I strongly believe, that, this will be the final day of this shackled life, and soon I will be flying higher and farther….

...eyeing for NEW YEAR...

2011-01-02T11:37:00.000+05:30

“1/1/11”, so many 1’s, rare of its kind, with its appearance once in century (as posted by a facebooker) and people came with its mysticism-optimism, adding some more glory to the new year. Maybe, a manifestation of human mentality; to see more green on the neighbor’s field.

That is future; talk of tomorrow.

Some more numbers, now not from future, but from present;

80- Selling price per kg of onion in Indian market.

40- Tomato’s price tag per kg.

Now the most unbelievable figure, 300-the price you have to pay to bag one kg of “divine” garlic! (With my mom’s exclamation)-Successfulling pulling food infaltion figures to 14.44% mark…

(Source: from the telephonic update from mom)

Democratically elected, wisely-crooked, corruptly-salvated Indian ministers are walking tall and are in no mood to address these situations of people who helped them to climb on those tables. Some behind Raja; many behind the “secrets” of Nadia (India’s invention of this year).

Internationally; gold prices climbing all the steps to heavens.

Here on UAE, ministry is busy with bills to empower employees, employers, expatriates, nationals altogether, without harming anybody, a kind of “magic-bill”.

Qatari minister amusingly giggled that; it will not be a problem for world to pay $100 per barrel of crude oil, a world shaking, shivering, and crawling on the last recession waves hit. Obama, little saved, France following the Italy’s way, or to even deeper hole, a kind of financial-mayhem (or achievement, as “anarchists” murmur).

But, though we repeatedly deny; we, humans, are the greatest believers of miracles, that too unreasonable-miracles.

We feel, what-so-ever, whichever bomb explodes; the next morning will be heaven like.

Skies from US to Korea waiting for more fire works (if not bought, at least by borrowed money); to mark the hope-happiness to enter the more promising tomorrow, learning nothing from past, but expecting everything from future.

After all, it is much amazing to be more human; it’s in our DNA (sounds more like a confessing mumble; than a proud roar)

The DECADE passes by....

2010-12-28T10:01:00.001+05:30

The beginning was with a slight fear of the Y2K bug, and the entire decade were or are filled or filling with bugs of all sorts, ranging from the 9/11 bugs to the most latest austerity bugs, facebook bugs, wiki-bugs which leaks everything; you name the word, I am here with bug bumper sticker.

And, if someone is out there in search of this decade's greatest innovation, you can see a box, medium sized, red-cloth covered (as in IBM ad, few months back on TV), with all suspense around, what maybe inside.

Any guess…!!

Tringggggggggg…. Time-up.

You lost it. It is our own “Money-Eating Machine”.

Some say, Chinese made it. Others signal this as the brain-product of drastically-smart-quands from Wall Street. Or some extremely skeptics blame Zionist crookedness behind this mystical-miraculous product (or by-product)

As with any machine, this also needs input to generate output. Input is money; but output is odorless colorless smoke. And, the employed principle inside the processor is “pure-sublimation”. Currencies with different nations with different nick-names enter in solid form, but when it touches the output chamber, human eyes find it difficult to distinguish from pure air. Maybe the technology to see the output still evolving in some science labs; or to be frank, I don’t have any knowledge of that. And, fuel for the machine is, the very our own, the best of all human nature or feeling or as some stupid doomed philosopher ages back murmured as a very bad human-nature that makes you envy for your neighbors food next plate, “greed”. The gifted feeling, we all hold, right from our kitchen table to the office cubicle to the planet wherever we have firmed our foot.

But one has to admit, because of this machine, mankind has achieved something, which is very sacred and has to be carried always with, but we missed it sometime back somewhere, while writing codes or looking at our clients cash-bags.

“The reason”!!

Though for some very-short break, all were riding the unicorns on the streets from freezing Iceland to burning Sahara, one pinch got all us in the same room with a sudden and dreadful sense, that it was not unicorn but our chair with wheels under, were we riding, and we are on the verge of roof now. Any slight move may take us to the floor, and may be that will be the last hallucination we may have.

While flipping the pages through each year, our emotions may vary from fear started from Y2K bug to twin-tower smashed, then little hatred, Afghanistan-Iraq invasion, then little creativity, some financial booms on top of information-cruiser. Then the happiness and jubilance of having lots of money, money from and money for everything, wherever you see, you can spot prosperity.

If you follow the days back, way-back, you could see a stalled response from the world’s oldest democracy and cunniest self-proclaimed super-power, when the very Republican George W bush got the crown by the mercy of US Supreme court ruling. Also, the smoke from twin-towers and the planes crashing sequentially, followed by “soldiers of freedom” marching and cracking the sovereignty of nations like Afghanistan, Iraq and executing or throwing out the rulers present. Credit shall also go to these world-watch dogs being a baby-boomers and hence sky-rocketed publicity provider for the Osama. Ever-green Palestine-Israel disputes, regardless of the decade, widened deep and broad. But world lost one of the greatest warrior, diplomat Yasser Arafat, also the charismatic “Pilgrim pope”-Pope John Paul II.

Louisiana, New Orleans, Florida to Texas; the cowboys all over lured by the belly-deadly dance of Katrina, but hammered very question mark on the capability of Federal Emergency Service.

Chavez’ buddy Evo Morales sweeps the vote, turning the Latin America to mostly reddish or its gradients, adding woo to Uncle Sam’s troubled sense. Some surgery, but Fidel Castro is good, or even better, and celebrated 50 years in power (at least ideologically), hail comrades…!!

Asia hit by tsunami, another 300,000 lives lost, the whole world shivered by the toll of death rate and the height of tide, alike. It was monstrous altogether.

In chaotic Pakistan, Mrs. Bhutto gets killed, under very suspicious, mysterious event of the country’s history…

In Mexico; war against organized crime, in Columbia, battle against guerillas.

One of the most-famous rebel leader and his organization almost gets wiped out in the island of Lanka, another triumph of good over bad side; after the mythical Ravan and his might got burned out by Ram and his sena (Avatar of Hindu God, Vishnu).

After all the financial-circus, US in heavy debts, recession-waves, the elected Messiah, Mr. Sunshine, Obama, comes to rescue with all those charming words; but as days passes, words remain charming, but the man drops in rating. And as the decade demises, the hero even calls Hillary's sweet hubby, to render some charisma of democrats from nineties.

As the decade pulls its curtain on the podium, the king of pop leaves the frame, entirely unexpected, and unacceptable for the fans.

Mumbai hit by gun-men, some say they came from neighborhood with a boat, some say they came directly from heaven with wings; but Indian Judiciary is finding it difficult to trace the person’s moral and intention for this dreadful incidents. First time after decades, Indian Judiciary shows some guts to step in and give some decision than leaving the country’s one of the most sensitive issue to be a toy-play for politicians.

By the time, all along, on the sideline a bubble was getting aired up- from all the corners, by almost all the financial institutions, greedy-richies, gamblers, smart wiz-kids. The so-called quands, another lethal invention of this decade; they did their part byinventing new-new tools, bonds, ultra liberalism towards sub-prime mortgages. And, credit cards to the kids and shopaholics, allconstituted the accelration factor for the bubble build-up, hence an mega-blast.

A morning with nothing was more than an inevitable event.The day, stock markets crashed, economies started dipping from bottom to bottom. Bankruptcy became billion dollar giants' new logo in newspapers.

The presumed wealthy nations still limping and crawling with the heavy hangover they had the night before. And, when “austerity” became the top searched word for the year which marks the end of this “eventful” decade, nobody have an iota of surprise.

Students and common men was busy with placards and slogans, while police with teargas and wooden sticks; celebration time for media,Europe filled the main most spaces for topic varied from climate to tuition fee cut to pension reform, it was quite a noisy street scene out there.

As world was trying to sleep the last night, to get on to the morning, with a hope for a new-promising sun the next day; a 39 year old Julian Assange came with a hammer, and banged on the door.

BOOM…!!!!!

What next. The gossips which our revered US diplomats poured to the ears of buddies on Gaddafi’s assistant to Sonia Gandhi’s private grievances came in the newspapers, TV shows and all the new-invented mass-media projections. Some tweeted. Some posted. Some chatted. Some conspired. Some frowned, some cried. But everybody celebrated. It was an early Christmas for all. Santa was with bagful gifts for all, Saudi Kingships to People's Party members, nobody spared.

Media proved the supremacy, public accepted idiosyncrasy.

No private talks. No “classified” tapes. No more secrets.

Everything is allowed. Everybody got the rights-The right for freedom of speech and expression.

Julian Assange, Arundhathi Roy and the likes became the heroes of decade. Though Time magazine picked Zuckerberg against Assange, some feel that as an extension of misunderstanding on the basic math-riles that took a guy with 10th rank to replace 1st rank guy.

But through-out the year, China was/is lending money for all the luxury of the “wealthy” culture of west, by buying countries' bonds sometimes or by selling products in cheap. To or from, China stay as benefactor, winner and the emerging super rich.

India, on the other hand, outsourcing almost all the jobs, which could be transformed in to combination of zeroes and ones, away from developed continents, adding fuel to the job-losses, lay-offs, and pink slips… Elephant dance, dragon fire, with Koreans murmuring, Japan Ageing; Asia kept his stature on moderate to leaping mode.

Africa, as always, deprived, manipulated, meddled and spoiled (by the greedy of the world). More ice melts, glaciers disappears in Antartica; and some more species gets extinct from our earth face, and/or sea depth. Amazon gets deforested, Ozone gets holed more. Some more forest fires in Australia.

As the decade was/is full of surprises, paradoxes, ironies, confrontations, contradictions; public seldom raised any query on any of the incident happened or made to happen; as always, they shut their eyes, zipped lips, and switched off the lights, and, slept as quietly as possible, a true obedient world citizens to the core.

May be the new sun will bring a new day. Till then their eyes will be closed, with a humble hope of no more Assange and heavy hammers till this dreadful night’s other end.

Wish me another birthday...

2010-07-13T09:44:00.000+05:30

The day was more normal than ever before, perhaps it would have been much more normal if I could have
stayed in room with that long list of unwatched movies and piles of books.
There was no raining or the slightest breeze, to cool down the heavy-hot weather around my accommodation.
There was no special call from someone who is really special to me, and a sweet “Happy Birth Day Dear” tone.
There was neither flood of messages nor calls from relatives, friends, families.
There was no surprise party (from friends). The “surprise” could have been done from my end, by arranging for
a party (from my pocket), and inviting all to that, and with some stupid song on background, me singing
“Happy birthday to me, happy birth day to me….”, just like some self-boasting jerk politician.
There was no cake with creamy vanilla, strawberry flavor.
There were no candles to number my age.
Table was empty of any gifts.
There was no anything.
There was nothing.
If something was there, that was my own boredom, loneliness, solitude and good-hope for far better future,
which makes me alive; even during the most dreadful summer season of the life cycle.
Might be, back ground changed a little, like this has been my-birthday all been.
As already told, I could have made the day more painful by sticking around the same old lonely street,
buildings, hotels, mosque routine.
But, though I have been secluded from the society, I never allowed any of my wish to be secluded by me. So,
with a very good intention to enjoy the day by myself, I followed the empty road to the isolated check post,
where people dwell for hours for the mercy of truck to van, for a “lift” from the black and white life to 62 bit
resolution life in the city.
Lonely; standing, sweating, yelling, screaming and highly disappointed, very normal scene happens to anybody,
who don’t have a vehicle or (real) friend who owns a vehicle.
Please be reminded that, this is a scene from twenty first century, where, there will not be any scarcity to find a
vessel to moon (if you have really deep pocket), forget about in-land transport.
Richer get more friends, and poor get more worries; this is Middle East, the land of opportunity and
opportunists.
After a long while, I could see a blurred image on one of the horizons, as it neared, I could realize, those in, are
my company mates. More close it came, the car flew much faster (contrary to human nature for the fellow
being). Like a glimpse, in the matter of fractions of second, I could see that they saw me and did some gesture
(maybe they tried to signal, “go to hell dick-head”). No surprises, expected from “dudes-of-deserts”.
Still they were successful enough to knock me out of my senses and made me to grab one taxi (which proven to
be very costly). And when settled to normal sense, I was somewhere in the middle of nowhere, nagging, like 4th
century portrait of a wanderer, in the desert, who lost his last camel. I could see many-many vehicles and
highly-advanced transport system on road, but the vehicles by its own could not stop, the drivers should have a
heart, should know the feeling. But, everyone is in heavy rush. Rush to get food if they got seat, and if they got
food, then to get a bed, and who cares of somebody standing outside and peering through for a grain.
As some wise words follows, “human race in race, an endless race to its own end.”
With the grace of Almighty, I have made my way. Now, I am one among the crowd of strangers, pretending to
be the part and parcel of the crowd and its own entity.
Lunch, shopping, movie; the day was over.
My birthday was over.
It should not be admitted that, the day was disastrous, but it was different, as always been, different by its own
way.
Maybe I can blame, mankind of the time, for whatever happening around,
The widening gulf of rich-poor,
The other side of capitalism, breaking family cohesiveness, and crippling of dangerous self centric western life
style,
But as long as I am in, I am also one among them, just like you.
Please be reminded of a punch line from an advertisement on Doordarshan channels, long back,
“It is much easy to become a beast, is that so much difficult to remain as human…?”
(The advertisement was for an awareness campaign for the public to remind them on their social
responsibilities).

Lunki and North Indian Prejudice.

2010-04-30T23:50:00.000+05:30

Scene 1:
Occasion: IPL cricket final; time, around 22 hrs.
Location: In one of my friend’s room. Crowd gathered to cheer for their respective teams, Chennai and Mumbai (please don’t go with the priority I have given for Chennai as first, even if you do, I don’t care).
The moments are nearing for the climax. Highly unpredictable match result, as always been a uniqueness of IPL tournament matches (assuming Kolkata is not in the match). Supporters of both sides are going through peaks and troughs of emotional endurance.
The moment comes, Chennai, the real KINGS beats Mumbai. A minutes calm and quietness tore by that slogan, “Idli, Dosa, appam, Lunki….” Followed by some more syllables which have some direct or remote link to the words and all equally represents the “so-called-South Indian-life line” (as per North Indian Elites). The situation turning to be wilder, MUMBAIKAR’s raising repeating the slogans, turns from the cricket watchers to human butchers (against two Chennai fellow viewers.)
The incident is described by my roommate, who witnessed the scene, with some imagination mixed-up, from my end.
Scene 2:
Occasion: Rush hours from dense office atmosphere.
Location: Highly calm-quite-tensed office floors.
One of the fellow employee forwards a mail, addressing specifically Keralites, with CC to others (behind scenes, so called North Indian lobby again). Content of the mail, “Lunki”, and some related craps, adapted from a newspaper, followed by flood of emails, supporting and mocking the “Lunki culture” from all over the corners, with a tacit, profound message, “Lunki, a symbolism of barbarism”.
Here, I am the witness and one of the victims.
Scene 3:
Occasion: Weekend time, I am in city with one of the popular and well-known self boasted Navi-Mumbaikar, an irky-fellow, unfortunately, working with me.
Discussions ranging from his wild taste on almost every field, under the Milky Way. Topics ranging from most intruded revelations from Organic chemistry to the complicated rocket science equations. Along with his achievement, he never forgets to highlight his “race’s” accomplishment. And, equally challenging south Indians, and there silliness. Got hurt by his vexed comments, I exploded from my tongue-tied theme. I slapped to his face the pile of achievements what south Indians triumphing; giving him the glimpse of south Indian presence all over the world, from United Nation’s floor to India Prime Ministers advisory board, Leadership and leading scientist presence in almost all technological arena of the country as well as world, which sprouted a helpless smile on my very own Navikar Messiah. To my surprise, he too uttered the word “whatever they do, they belongs to those Lunki-people right”.
Here too I am a victim and witness.
If you are so much pledged to get bored, I can throw many more scenes from real incidents.
Throughout the page, I am damn sure that, you also felt “how-silly-is-this-guy” syndrome. The question might have flashed on your tube light, “Why he is making so much mayhem on these kinds of trivial “things”!”. I too, for long time, was sleeping with you. I never gave a damn care on these types of prejudiced, preoccupied filthy minds and mouths. But, now as I feel, the real reason for Lunki, a sheet of cloth, used to hide body, lower part (this is the most appropriate way I guess, to describe the core theme of our discussion) projected to the villainy image.
What is the real reason?
Have anybody heard or seen, somebody commenting on dhothies…
Dals,… parathas,… I don’t think anyone even might have mentioned the word even with a slight raise of the eyebrows. Then why only Idlies, Lunkies, sambars making the thing ugly.
Why idli-sambar-Lunki culture is equated to pure barbarism.
If somebody feels better by having idli and sambar, let them have it.
If he is comfortable with Lunki, what is the problem for the other person in dhothi or jeans?
As far as I know, India is republic, democratic country. Thousands of brave freedom fighters flood their blood to ensure that, their fellow citizens will be ruled by our own way, with our culture and our own civilization. If some new generation freak in jeans got allergy towards the person in Lunki, I am helpless but to say “Hell with him”.
“Lunki is our passion. We will wear Lunki, wherever we prefer too.”, quote from one of the fellow Keralite, raising voice for Lunki. (From scene 2)
If Chennai side won the IPL final, and they represent a region, where diet is prevailed by sambars and idlies; what those people can do than mere admitting the reality.
Finally, I would like to acknowledge that, it is not about Lunki, or idli or anything like that which turns the scene dreadful, but, it is the mentality which evaluates the scene and things, the narrow minded freaky mentality towards the other side.
If you are going to the in depth analysis, you can find the reason in unconscious Aryan-Dravida conflicts. They better answer this prejudice.
Hmmm…
So, as a conclusion to this bizarre (as you may be feeling till now, even I do that, now), I would like to add some naked revelations.
Mohan is always Mohan even if he is in jeans or dhothi.
Shankaran is always Shankaran if he is in suits or Lunki.
If Shankaran is having a superior life means, it is not the faults of Mohan or his Dhothi. And, Shankaran cannot leave his habit of wearing Lunki, only because he is the CEO of a firm. Also, if Mohan is a blue-collar labor, it is not the fault of dhothi he is wearing.
Both can go the market and can buy and wear jeans trousers or anything they prefer. What matter is, how he feels comfortable.
Not how you and I feel comfortable. At least it is their life, let them live with that.
(Mohan and Shankaran are too imaginary character, who can be real.)
Fruit for thought:
You may be aware of United State’s legendary President, Mr. Abraham Lincoln’s famous riddle.
“If we name a dog’s tail as leg, how many legs a dog have?”
I have presented the same before a quite number of my friends, and grouped them as follows.
Those who believed the dog has 5 legs, they are perfectionists.
Those who believed, the dog has 4 legs still, pragmatists.
And, those who believed the dog has only one leg (that too tail, which Lincoln mentioned in his riddle), they are the true believers.

Living a mechanical life...(Bachelor Version)

2010-03-23T23:08:00.000+05:30

A sound sleep always interrupted by that disturbing tringing (I have derived this word from the sound tringggggggg, so no use of right clicking on this word and finding synonym or googling (oops, one more word!) it), from your cell phone (alarm set on your mobile, as I believe now-a-days there is no more time-pieces resides near anybodies pillow, that species already got extinct from root level!)…
The boring, pale, same face with yellow teeth, with that lazy look hanging between two ears (not to be mistaken, it is your face only), with a tooth brush…on right hand,… peeking through the window in front…
Makes an heavy glance over your room, which shows your exact reverence and respect to entropy (perfect randomness or to be more precise damn-messed condition), and feels boasted on your achievement to keep the energy-always-on.
After those ultra-slow movements, suddenly realizes that, you are already late, and still nagging through the corner to make the things more worse, and cursing your boss (not yourself!), rushes to the bathroom (most of the time you will forget bath towel and/or bath soap (though, latter is not required, just to show the public around, that you are taking care of your body odor).
Then, continuing the morning rush, you will forget wallet, mobile, wrist watch, company ID, waist-belt, tie, if you got good sight with specs, then specs too. After returning twice or thrice from half way to the bus stand, you collect all your belongings and shows-up to the cunning face of always angry bus conductor or if you are using company transport, you can get the face of discouraged, hopeless, faded face of your company mates.
After having a good-snoring sleep with two-three horrifying dreams involving your boss, scolding the heavy traffic in the city, you manage to get down at the kind-lap of your own company. If you made the travel through public transport, you will realize that, by this time you have missed or lost something, most of the time it will be either your mobile or wallet or both, if you are so much lucky.
Swiping your ID at the sensor near the door of your company door you makes the entry to always burning hell, you make an elegant entry. Cursing destiny and fate you switch-on the computer. Opens the outlook, sees as many mail correspondence that, the number itself discourages you to see the content of anyone.
However, browsing and surfing continues through all the major news sites, social networks (if it is not banned), and at last when you see your managers glowing face with sarcastic morning wish, you will automatically shifts to each and every mail, which ignored earlier deliberately. Of course most of the mail will be FYI (for your information), FYKI (for your kind action), FYI & NA (for your information and need action)…etc…etc…, cursing the sender, you just reads the subject with “half-mind”. As like all the time, either you don’t have enough information or you don’t have enough patience to solve these problems, so you burn some grey cells (at last) and calories at brain. Go through the CC or To list, and finds the more eligible person, without wasting much time, you will ask the man/woman to give the status of the problem. If it is not located, ask him to locate, if it is located why not fixed, if it is fixed then why you are getting such mails… “like-that-type of attitude”. And, never forget to take the credit of that work on your own “pocket”, at least you did the effort in channelizing the solution.
The clock right above your desk trying to convey you that you are already late, all other friends of you already started to flow to the pantry. You too follow the rhythm. Chit-chats, gossips; ranging from next table’s girls dressing-sense to International politics and financial down-turn. Cursing Obama, George W. Bush, Osama and almost all worlds’ renowned leaders, you manages to kill at least half-an-hour there. At last, with half mind, you walk-backs to your cubicle. There you find your manager looking at your way and his watch alternatively, but you are making sure that, you do not give a damn care on him or his watch (his-punctuality-my-shit-attitude).
Continuing the same exercise till lunch (surfing-browsing-chatting-delegating-your-work), you manages to reach end of the business day. Before 5 minutes, you run here and there (like a rat inside the trap), give your manager updates, work schedules and whatever circus which is the need of the hour to ensure that you will be in the bus, that leaves exactly at the office closing time. With ear-plugs from MP3, iPods,.. looking through the bus-window, you try to have a relief by munching “what-all the –things-you-have-done-on-the-day”, in your heart. Before getting down from bus, as always, you pledges that you will change this route (means this current company), and look for the better one which suits more to “you” and your status.
The day end with a gloomy walk through the streets to your room, a lonely dinner at the most-boring hotel at your place, and you finds yourself in your own room, in-front of your lap-top chatting with the same age old friends. Once again, not forgetting to curse your company, boss, fate, destiny, dad, family (everyone other than you), slip to the deep sleep of nothingness.
A day’s life started from, ended up and lived through nothingness…
Note: If you found yourself narrated at some or any or all the time, up to now; friends, we are already converted to mechanical devices who knows nothing, but to curse all around us.
Solution: Guys, have some affair, have two-three girl friends, after that you will start cursing on yourself. At least frame of reference will be changing…!!!

What after getting FIRED..

2010-02-19T16:49:00.000+05:30

Yes I got fired, not now, but almost 7 months, 2 days back.
I was shocked then, but not in panic.
I was surprised, but not discouraged.
I became speechless but not blind.
I felt cheated, but not discouraged.
I felt, as if somebody gave a hard push, but I knew that I had the energy to stand back to my feet, without begging for others mercy.
The world around, looked like Land of Aliens, and sounded like wild screaming from Land of Evils.
I felt like everybody from my room to street mocking me, teasing me. Many times I felt short of confidence to match my eyes with the other, when I was trying to have conversation or chit-chat.
Sometimes I felt warmness of the tear, which never flew to my cheeks.
But, inside me, a strong person was already awakening to challenge and make my own destiny, instead of complaining or begging for my fate. In my hand nothing was there, than a will to excel and mindset to reset my life. Few of my friends found it difficult to console me through words, and tried to ease the situation which made them in more difficult situation, because they also never imagined such a terrible climax on my professional life.
As a professional I never lacked consistency in doing the job, professional ethics. Though it may sound like an assertion from a looser, it is the fact which I felt; I strongly believe that I still have.
Inside the glassy room, two of my HRs were trying to convince me about their helplessness in “saving” me from the “hardship” caused to me, with their sugar-coated conversation. And at last asked me, “whether you like to meet any of your manager ?”, for which I answered with a calm and very anguish, “whether that will change this decision ?”, “if not, then I don’t want to waste their time, as I realized I wasted my time doing hard work for someone, who was so blind to me.”
In that organization, I had at least three managers, all were different in approach, but same in gauging me. Sometimes, I felt the background from which I belong, made them to behave in that way.
Within half an hour, under my HRs supervision, I was successfully kicked out of the gate. And two of my friends came out to meet me there, to share my grief, which tripled the effect.
After the moment, each night was filled with nightmares, days with frightening day-dreams.
I heard my roommates mocking at me.
At some point of time, though I felt like abandoned, I seen a ray of hope, a ray of light, a distant hope. I made my mind steel, aimed my eyes to the needle of the compass, which shown my fate. Which realized me that, it is not how many times you fall, but what counts is how many times you gets up.
That was past. A past, which still provides me the thrust to propel further.
Now, I know how to resurrect from death. I know how people will kick on your ass by showing carrot to your face.
I thoroughly understood the meaning of the punch line, “if you have the right attitude, you can be anywhere, but if you got the wrong one, you will be nowhere”.
Now, I can see the clear sky, the sky after the turbulent thundering rainy day.
I can see the real face of individuals who behaved in pseudo-good man theme.
Today I know, whom to kick, and whom to greet.
Somebody was so right with that saying, “Experience is a good teacher”.
“And never fear to loose, if you have the nerve to correct it”, copy that. Now it is from me.
;-)

2009-11-02T00:25:00.001+05:30

Life, sea away is different.
May be my feeling,... but the amount of anxiety, the feeling of "someone-else", suffocates within, and results in a strange state of life........

A Fishy Tale....

2009-07-14T16:37:00.000+05:30

Right in the middle of greenish land, there was a well…, as it was spared from human beings; nature’s gift was so much obvious all over.
With trees and flowers, their colors, smells, small small birds their singing all around, the entire scenery resembled heaven…
However, the crack and holes on the bricks around the well, made it look somewhat old, though, as they say, it added more feathers to its natural appeal…

It was one of the nice day from summer, with clear sky, and moon glowing like anything…it looked, as if, moon looking in to the well to see its bright face, and shying away…
Breaking the calmness prevailed all over the well, and distorting the flatness of that glassy water, came a beautiful, cute, fish, shimmy, with shimmering eyes, which showed her proud nature…
She gave a glance to the moon, and said to her friend, “Hey, see that white round stone there…, looks so funny, as day’s passes it looses its shape and after few days again regains its shape…!”
The fellow fish nodded her head just to show her faithfulness with her friend.
Shimmy is a typical fish, who is so proud, conceited, arrogant, pompous of herself, and between the two fishes along with three frogs, who were season visitors of that well.
So, literally, Shimmy was the self proclaimed queen of that beautiful well…., because, the other fish, Kimmy, not having any choice further, agreed and lived upon with her, for so long, since they reached there, from a river nearby, in one of the floods…

Days passed, they were living happily.

Few days after, Kimmy and Shimmy were observing the depletion happening in the food and other resources on that well. In addition, danger of human habitant to come there and flatten the well was threatening the life of all living beings of that well. The frogs, who used to visit the pond frequently, advised both to relocate to a pond nearby, which, according to them, was rich with foods and all. Also, there stayed too many fishes. Kimmy liked the option, but Shimmy not.
For Shimmy, her supremacy was everything than food, friendship,…
Kimmy sensed her friend’s disastrous approach to future…, and kept a deep mum…

As the rainy season started, clouds covered the sky. The moon, which used to ping and see the well, was covered with dark blue clouds. Thunders and lightning portrayed a monstrous depiction of nature. Rains were severed. Ponds and well began to over flow, so did our Shimmy’s sweet well.
The moment came; Kimmy recited the words of frogs about the pond nearby. But, shimmy was in no mood to accept the proposal.
However, Kimmy could not resist herself, as she knew; her end is inevitable, if she cling in that well further more.

However, with broken heart, Kimmy faded away to thick blue water…

With solitude and depleted resources, Shimmy was suffocating in that well. However, she was so much relieved about the power she had.
The sole-authority fascinated her very much.

Clouds rolled away. Sun was glowing on the light blue sky, with feathery clouds here and there.
Moon came to its old gleaming mode….

One fine day, Shimmy could able to hear some noise from outside the well. She understood that, some human beings started to reside nearby.
After a while, heavy voice of breaking and digging echoed inside the well. Shimmy was fainted.
Frogs, Kimmy, their words everything made a flash back to her mind. Before something coming to her mind, a huge stone made shadow on her face.
She tried to cry, but everything was finished until then.
Kimmy also heard that frightening echo,…, yards away, which trembled her heart,… and the sigh, which she took, conveyed her deep felt love for Shimmy…

A Collage....

2009-07-07T18:03:00.000+05:30

Collage…!!!
What is that….??
It was the reaction which popped-up on my mind whenever I seen the phrase any where..
I could have attempted to know the meaning, but I didn’t, thanks to my ever green laziness….
But then, the situation made me to search meaning of collage in google, wikipedia, or whatever source available at that time…, as we (me and two of my friends) registered for a collage competition.., and only a day was there on our hand…to prepare, or do whatever…
Being part of a tightly-scheduled-military-supervised project, all were set to top busy mode….
Therefore, I only took initiative to register and search the phrase in internet (at least)..
The topic was also given, day before… Michael Jackson, the King of Pop music…

However, we were ruled, by a strong superstition of being the superior, we never made any deliberate attempt to collect paper cutouts, or any glam photos the pop hero…
We stupidly followed some superstition (which I strictly doubt now)….
With the newly learned art of collage and little knowledge about MJ, we marched to the venue…only 5 minutes before the schedule…
Many were there, cutting, placing,… making hush-hush about there work… all looked very serious… and I sensed a great amount of anxiety as well as competition from all over.
However, we, group of three gentle, steel-hearted men, with glowing smirk on our face looked around, as if judges already assured that we will win 1st prize…
Our beautiful HR came, with a bundle of A3 size white paper sheets, which almost resembled our brain and heart at that time…fully blank..…
Time started,…only 45 minutes granted to finish-up the work.
While we were planning to how to start, every other team was doing their final touch-ups…
Because of the great unity within our team, we couldn’t able to decide, at least, how we should proceed..
Time constraint suffocated each of us, and frequent visitors with comments which drained 50% of our complements away…
Therefore, without sparing a single moment, we became the cooks who spoiled the soup….
We followed poured our own imagination, from our own creativity….., but the problem was, everything went to same paper…

Result, a big sparkling quagmire….!!!!

Though, Michael Jackson was there all over the sheet, but he never seemed to be there on the eyes of a fourth person…
The collage itself presented the chaotic pattern MJ followed, which I later learned, I could have told the judges while explaining about our work….!!!
Like that, we finished our celebrated work….,
All the works gathered, queued, and open for viewers…
However, I observed a swift pause before our collage… though we did not know the exact reason; we pat each other for the excellence we showcased…
Judges came; each team started explaining their work…
Next, ours,… I was forced to take the charge of jargoning…, felt like words were flying in the stream of heavy air…sighs…or whatever which never helped in creating a good impression on judges….as I learned when result got announced.

However, after that competition we learned,
“What is not a collage…!”

Nostalgia

2009-06-25T16:28:00.001+05:30

The days, when moon appeared to me, as a coin pasted on blue carpet with many sparkling dots here and there…..
Dreams were filled with all monsters, ghosts and scary creatures of stories, which my sister used to explain me, with all the special effects available at that time….
I used to look at Dad as one of the eerie creature, and mom as my hero….
Dad insisted almost all, which I hated more….
Sisters began to black mail me, for the remarks I made in absence of him…
And, the only safe haven I found was my mom (still, story is not so much different)…

I was in second standard, when that happened….
The era was not so good,…as I got few villains within my class…
I hated Mondays, not for studies and assignments, but only for those mischievous creepy creatures…
And weekends were like 1947s ….

Am still remembering, the person, to name, Yusuf, who made my life so miserable….
He used to torture me with his scary words and odd facial expressions….
So I was in search for a company, to bunk the classes,… and the search ended up before Ibrahim… one of my closest friend ever…
We two sat together, drew the plot…. To flee after morning two-hour session…
We did it so successfully, that we became addicted to it….,
As mom was in my side, and dad was in other side of sea (gulf countries), we felt little difficulty in executing our plan each time….

The days passed just like that.
When all other students have to face 6 hours of hectic schooling, we two just have to tolerate only 2 hours…
However, happiness did not last longer…

One day, am sure, nothing was so special about that day, other than sky was little dull…, and Yususf was little more amused with his ugly clot of acquaintances….
I had heavy break fast,… prepared all the gaming plans and tools ready to continue after coming from school…

10.00am then, class started,… Class teacher came and took attendance, and her boring class…

11.00am, another teacher came,… said something, yelled something,… taught some thing…

Then came the golden moment, 12.00pm,… interval time..
I just signaled Ibru, he took his bags and all,… and accompanied me…
We both walked, as if we were going to next classroom…
………
Hardly crossed 1km from school vicinity, a heavy yelling broke the silence prevailed all over…
“Hey kids,.. Where are you going with bags and all,…. Huh………!!!!!”
The intensity of voice is blessed with so much bass; I can feel ice on my feet…
Not having so much courage to see the source of that screaming, we just took a U-turn….
We fled back to classroom, like high velocity objects…

Moreover, that ugly smirk on the face of Yusuf made me so much restless….

2009-06-17T15:16:00.002+05:30

"The world is filled with puppets, their masters... and, the rest, rebels..."

Quotes from Mujeeb Patla (copy righted)

2009-06-11T18:29:00.002+05:30

"If you can not become seed, try to be leach at least,… so that you can "suck"…!!!"

Power of a punch line...!!

2009-06-08T15:41:00.002+05:30

“Always smile; it makes others wonder, what you are thinking about…”
(I don’t think, this is the exact sentence what that wise man told, his name also am not remembering,… thanks to my short-term memory, but I think, the essence is still there with these words….)

This great sentence inspired me so much, that I began to practice it in my day-to-day life….

While walking,…chatting… everywhere every time am in the same smiley profile…, I gauged the surprise factor from the receivers,…. And the default question from their mind,..
“For the what hell, this ____ person is smiling….?!!”

Days passed,…. Months ran,… and years,..just walked…
Mujeeb also made, “an ultra-smart-entry” from academic life to professional dream-life…. (How much flop it was, God only can give the clear estimate…).

I was practicing my newly learned smiley face….
And enjoying the surprise element I was receiving from the recipients…..

After colorful training period; induced in to project…
After that, you know,.. the same repeating-boring works,…
Blame taking-giving game….. Never meeting dead lines… threatening of managers,… their persuasion,…seduction,…compulsion…the list ends at infinity….

And the most interesting activity, “meeting”…
Group meeting,.. Individual meeting,. Solo meeting….
It was like “anything+meeting”…

And, still I remember,…after one such meeting,… before all my teammates, my manager asked,…,
“Why you always smiling…??, I will make that stop soon…..,..!!”, though he said it in more humorous tone, I sensed some sort of threatening in that…
Still, I never minded,… kept my smiley face more glowing….

Calendar began to flip fast,… months,..over months,… I almost forgot that event..

As recession went to its hike,…. Employees, began to feel the pinch,… pink-slip began to rain…with thunders and lightening in back-ground,…. My manager smiled to me… in fact, the beautiful smile I ever seen in his face…

Asked me to accompany him for a meeting,…

He asked, “do you know, why I called you now….!!”
I said, with little suspense in my face,…, “to remove me from your team,..”
He agreed,. And with showing more rejoice he said,.., “ ecjaaactlyyyyyyyyy……….!!!!”

And I paid, little much, for following blindly, some principle of someone,…. Without thinking much…., and the punch line changed now,….

“Always smile, because, you won’t know, when it will surprise you,…!!!”

To my beloved bike.....

2009-06-02T21:25:00.006+05:30

Let me make some sincere revelation in the beginning itself….

First, and for most, am not an animal butcher, if, somewhere, it sounds so, it is to be treated as an eruption of emotional explosion…
Second, I loved dogs (before having this experience), unless they are a yard away from my vicinity….
And, last, I love my bike, as all the vehicle owners (especially two wheelers) of this earth do….

So,… let me come to the very painful, heart breaking-trembling-melting-and whatever hard feelings one can take through heart-experience of my life.
I have a bike….let me tell you very straight… and I love it more than my girl friend (if she is/was there….)…, sorry girls, sometimes we, boys, have to tell truth like this way also…. Hope you never mind… even if you do, I don’t care…. ;-)

I don’t like to show my bike to outer world, other than during driving,..(As it is not possible to do so….), the reason is as obvious as sun in day-blue-cloudless sky…,
I believe in pardha system of Islam…. (Though sounds ridiculous, it is …..!!)
And I can’t tolerate it, suffering in dusts and rains…

So on one fine Sunday eve, I went to a shop, and purchased a good, pretty, adorable cover for my chweet bike…. Even now, I cannot express how happy I was, when I roofed bike with that newly purchased swathe…. I felt like…I did some great deed….

But like all other happy moments on earth, it was also proved to be a short lived-hallucination… As days passed, the small crevice, which was there on the cover previously, began to show its big-ugly face more clearly….

Literally, I felt like Caesar of great Shakespeare drama…, more decepted, by the wicked businessmen of neo-colonial world…

That day, I accepted the mortality of this material world….

Day-by-day, the cleft made its presence so obvious, that, air-tight bike-coat began to look like costume of Arabian belly dancer…, the sole purpose for which it was appointed, was not getting fulfilled. So, without giving chance for a second thought, I dumped that one…..
And that swathe went from my bike’s life forever…

After few months, as raining days came, I was forced to do a rethought…and once again, I fled to a shop, and bought an ultra strong cover… this time, I made thorough examination of that both microscopically as well as macroscopically….
Covered my bike with it… after having a glance of envy on my bike, I went to room….

That was a sweet night, with not so much mosquitoes inside room… and volume of TV, which my roommates used to watch…., was also much low,… wondering to know the reason for those miracles, I had a relaxed night that day….

But as sun came on the roof of my neighbor next day, I seen a small-innocent-infant dog before my gate,… without giving much notice, I just followed my routine life…

But, as few days passed, I witnessed a strange phenomenon…., day by day, the length of that swathe, is reducing….
As I passed my eyes all around for the reason …., my mind and eyes stopped at one common object………….

“The dog”……………!!!

The new villain of my bike’s life as well as mine….

Long kurta type cover now almost became like miniskirt,..
Even bike also, began to feel some sort of shyness, by wearing that….

Now I began to hate all the dogs…
Whenever I see that dog, I can’t resist my emotions…..
How he can be so cruel….!!!
Maneka Gandhiji…. Sorry yaar….
I don’t feel your mission for welfare of animals is good anymore…
If they can’t love us,….why we should……!!!
(A heavy fist hits the table to make the point more “obvious”………….)

(pictures taken from www.incite.net and www.toonpool.com)

Against Child Labour....

2009-05-31T20:02:00.004+05:30

…….I seen them, washing cloths, with yelling of their masters on background…
…I seen them, cleaning tables in hotel, with fear on their eyes…..
….I seen them, with huge bags on their head, which is much bigger in weight, than their age….
…I seen them feeding their younger siblings, with tears on their eyes…
…I seen them, fighting near wastes of hotel, for their meal for that day….
… I seen them, with their younger siblings on their hand, and pain of uncertainity on eyes….
…. I seen them, with, a sort of guilty in their eyes, for the mistake society did on them…
…I seen sometimes, they just weeping on a corner, for all the things went wrong with them….
…I seen them never complaining to God, for the situation they are in now….
… I seen them sharing that small shade, they have, with all their families, for resting…
…I seen them, residing in ghetto with so much peace, understanding and patience…
…. I seen them glancing on the so called civilized-cultured-educated surroundings, giving a blurred notice on them….
…I seen them blinking before their age-mates, with some sort jealousy on the eyes…
… But, I never seen someone, helping them for their basic education, than in TV or in newspapers…
Don’t raise voice for them,… give some constructive action towards empowering poor children….
Discourage child labour…
Because, I seen, as all we did, grief in their eyes, innocence in their mouth, ignorance in their ears, and helplessness in their action…..

(picture from wikipedia.org)

Six Girls...

2009-05-06T12:40:00.000+05:30

….just like another boring-working day-morning, got up… had a nice bath,… and headed for that days bread-winning activity……, with some essential weapons…mp3 player, a book included….
Came 600K, the Volvo bus, which I found somewhat fascinated, because of calm and quite ambience inside…, though I was sure, after few days, I will get bored with that too…
Few days passed…
New faces,… new languages…new attitudes, I observed inside that bus… other than hiding inside the book, which I used to read, I have a great interest to observe each and every fellow “bus-mates”…and analyze their interesting gestures, talking styles… (Especially girls…., do not take in any wrong sense…plzzzzzzzz….)

One fine morning, bus was on one of the heavy-rush stop…., and I was busy with mp3 on ears and eyes on pages of the book “The way of The Dog”….
Suddenly came few girls, with new faces… also with fresh chit-chats…

Sometimes, their conversations sounded like, heavy thunder in Bengali language….
But, I liked the tone… shothi…shoo..shhooo…something like this..ponchi…and all..
So, I used to switch-off my mp3 player, just to listen that sweet-musical-thunders….

After few days, I felt this gang of girls were giving some more amount of attention on me.., but I just tried to believe that was just some sort of illusion that am creating out of my wild imagination… otherwise, how can I guess, group of few girls gazing on me…or observing me…,huh,..am not Tom Cruise,…neither SRK… so I just shut all the roads leading to that type of hallucination…

Then,…one day I saw, these girls passing mobiles, with camera mode active,… though felt odd… I just strangled my eagerness… and continued my eyes to linger on words of those words of that book..
But after getting out of the bus, all those girls, just ran away, and where looking on the mobile and me,… in flipping mode…
I felt strange..

After few days, one of the girls, belonging to that gang, managed to talk to me, on the eve, while returning to home from office,… coincidently, the same occasion, from the same bus, someone picked my mobile …
Thanks to those mobile-pickers…. For the seventh time they became successful in taking my mobile from my own pocket…

Like that, our relationship entered to a new level…though it was proved to be a falsified thought…

Days passed,… I don’t know what happened…
Kolkata Knight Riders continued their ultra-pathetic performance in IPL…
ShahRukh returned to India to hide his face…
Two phase of Lok-sabha Election got over…
Varun Gandhi got bail from jail…made some heart breaking press conference on media, with his sweet mummy…

But, am traveling in the same old 600K bus,… without a single member of that elegant gang …
I felt may be am the reason…
I felt pity on the Bangalore Transport system,.. Anyway, six is always bigger than one… and recession is also in hike,… revenue is a big thing now… Therefore, I gave-up traveling through the bus…
Now bus conductor is so happy, I can imagine that 70mm smile (I do not know exact measurement of his lips, for time being, take the standard value) on his face..… May be those girls also happy…
And, who cares about my happiness…..!!!

(Dedicated to each member of that gang…)

some election talks.....

2009-04-11T14:19:00.000+05:30

…I am afraid, through-out the passages, I will just sound like prejudiced to some pre-occupied thoughts. However, I cannot stop my feelings, my opinion, and my views, from getting poured here….

As the election date for lok-saba assembly got announced, various political parties begun to try new-new formulas and methodologies, to make their back safe, and ass on good position. Newly formed-Third front (separate entity, which feels, it can compete with both NDA and UPA, lead by left parties), fourth front (though motive is not so clear, tells, it will unite with UPA after verdict (!)), other than that, already existing ruling United Progressive Alliance, and main opposition National Democratic Alliance, making, battlefield more spicy.

So, this is the over-all background….

With Varun Gandhi’s naughty remarks, the election campaigning got somewhat noticed. Bollywood actor, Sanjay Dutts’ candidature cancellation, Jagadeesh Taytler, Sajjan Sing’s withdrawal of nomination, after heavy-opposition from sikh community, also warmed the whole campaigning process.
And, now, BJP’s Prime Minister candidature, Mr. Advani’s open challenge to present PM Manmohan Singh, to have a one-to-one talk with him, to prove who is more strong.

Hold-on…wait a minute, what I said just…..

Mr. Advani, challenged Mr. Manmohan Singh, for a word-war.
Yes, the field, where Mr. Advani is known for. He can spit fire through words….
Can make audience to sit on needle, with his word alone…..
The inspirational words, which made Karsevaks to demolish Babri Masjid….
The home minister, who compromised with Taliban militancy, and gave back three aghast terror goons back, with the so called “celebrated diplomatic move”…
God father of Mr. Narendra Modi, the main plotter and accused of post Godhra riots…
And he challenged, Manmohan Singh, who is soft through words, and generally accused to be a shadow of Congress president Mrs Sonia Gandhi. But, known for strong abilities. The financial magician, who took India to new heights. Though, we can indict that as inertia of globalization, the main product of capitalism.
He confronted the terror out fits of 26/11 with NSG commandos, not by some stupid diplomatic-drama.
Took strong stand on nuclear deal with US.
I cannot say that all the moves he made are for national interests. Everything has good as well as bad side. But, we have to go for options, which will produce maximum benefit for national interest.

The question struck my neurons is, how a person from such an incapable background (through action), dared to challenge a dignified persona…

Is our politician still stuck-up in that dreamland, where, they have to just omit hollow words…?

So my sincere suggestion to Mr. Advaniji,…. “Days are changed, come-up with some actions, records; which will show-off your image in public. Not just some cheap political gimmick.”
Am speaking from a land, where crushers, butchers, dictators, are given as choices to vote for.
A land, where, anybody can do anything, if they have political-mafia support.
A land, where, judicial system is mocking itself, by delaying cases indefinitely,
A land, where, government makes one committee upon the other to solve problems of its people, ending up in, much more complication.
A land, where, politics-business-religion-underworld, everything got so mixed-up, so that, for a common man, his dreams will always be millions of miles away..

Good Gandhi Bad Gandhi

2009-03-28T14:42:00.001+05:30

Everything in this world has good and bad side…. Saint and evil face,… as we can exaggerate.
That for all things of world…
But, what about human beings,… they too have these types of “dual characteristics”….
Different domains of science and religion say, a bold under lined, YES…!!!!
So have our nations most celebrated family “Gandhi family”.
“Mahatma Gandhi, the patient-peaceful face of India over the world,… the non-violent facade of Indian independence movement,… I can roll-out more and more words… but jargoning wont serve our purpose here… we have to be very much focused, otherwise, it will be difficult for me to glue your eyes till the end….
Okay,.. So that was about the saint Gandhi…
Now comes the architect of modern India- Jawaharlal Nehru and his family (ironically, that also called Gandhi family, reason is well defined, but am not so much thorough about that, to re-describe here).
Sonia Gandhi, Rahul Gandhi, Maneka Gandhi, and Varun Gandhi- these much individuals serve our purpose today…. Sonia is mom of Rahul, so is Maneka to Varun. Rajiv is hubby of Sonia, so is Sanjay to Maneka.
Sonia Gandhi is Leader of ruling alliance UPA, in India. But Maneka Gandhi is the famous animal lover, and MP for opposition NDA. Rahul is seen as strong contestant to Prime Minister Chair, But Varun is the key tool of opposition BJP, to promote their “communal-rich-diet” across the nation.
Varun Gandhi also might have received some instructions to spit the venom on minority, or may be, he might have got some inner revelation to spark the performance (as you might have seen in TV).
He used some highly civilized words to depict the father of nation, Saint Gandhi, and minority class. Anyway, people of country got a chance to see, how will be a son of animal lover can be…
A mother, who gets insomniac because of some animal not treated well in bollywood movies. Moreover, where that son, who is proud to cut the hands of any (I cannot repeat the same sentence here, as am so barbaric) *****. Human beings are so worthless than animals,… or something like Varun only can describe what he intended.
Anyways, next moment, when media messed-up everything, Varun opened his mouth to shut the mouth of others. Followed the rich ancestry of politics, to deny the “charges”, and very beautifully sung the song of “inflation”, that, everything is done by someone of vested interest to tarnish his image (!) before the nation.
Whenever, I rewind the speech that he had delivered during political campaign, and subsequent denial, am getting hysteria out of laugh….
Now anyone can understand me, who is this “Evil Gandhi”……??!!

traffic goons...

2009-03-11T12:10:00.000+05:30

Another heavy-rush Sunday eve, Jayanagar 4th block, filled with vehicles up to its resilient limit.
Vehicles where crowded around “no parking” sign boards (though, it may sound odd, this is just another normally practiced custom by almost all vehicle owners, to name next, glowing right indicator to make left turn or vice versa…), so I easily could find parking place, with a very cute parking sign.
I parked bike (well inside parking slot, if my +0.75 lenses to be trusted), went for shopping, (say, bird watching…)…
After accomplishing my mission, with filled heart and empty pocket, I came to the place where I parked my bike, from where I supposed to take my vehicle.
But, for my surprise, bike is disappearing (while all the other bikes, scooters parked to both sides of my bike where elegantly situated there itself…)
I was in a bizarre enigma…
Could not make-out anything, I just enquired to the “foot-path merchant”, regarding the issue,… he happily told that, police “picked” my bike…
Not wasting time in judging the authenticity and morality of news, I rushed to nearest traffic police station… where I found the bike …
As I entered office, somebody was complaining in a very loud noise, though it was through local language I could easily make-out, that, it was a rebellious voice, so I also joined him, with whatever words I knew in that language,….
We all tried to prove our selves’ whitest, in different languages, tones, slang….

Unable to withstand the opposition and blaming, the traffic police officer, who “hooked” the vehicles, began to explain, using pen and papers, though nobody could understand what actually he intended other than confusing us….
At last he not missed to give a good advice (literally, sounded like a “heavy weight joke”….)
“After parking, please take photo, and go to court, if you win, then you will get all the money, including advocate fees….”
For me everything sounded like a drama, which I enjoyed, though paid a moderate amount for that,…
Also, I felt pity as well as proud for the traffic system of that locality…
May God bless them, for their arrogance, ignorance and of course, greed (in high amount?)…

RECESSION SUCKS....

2009-02-22T13:54:00.000+05:30

Recession sucks…
Yes, I mean it….
By all means….
Each day starts with, headlines in newspaper about number (which will always be five digits) of employees who were sacked…., and in TV, channels are competing to analyse the situation on the ground of this “havoc” state of world….
Each phone call from family ends with a general query…
“Is everything okay there, job and all…..?”,
Yes, they also trying to needle towards the same RECESSION….
Giggling of neighbours became too sharp to tolerate….

Moreover, the new phase of suffering to all software guys… (not girls…, they are much safer…), no girl for you…, no dads are ready to give their sweetie’s hands to we professionals… because of job-insecurity that prevails over our life and stressed-life style we following….. Here, please rewind the past, before recession, when all those dads were competing to stick, some how, their sweeties to software guys…
Then also, stress was their… but recession added some more pink colour to the situation…
The situation resembled the shedding at stock market…
And the seriousness of the whole issue came to such an extend that, if, by mistake also, somewhere you put the word “software” in your “resume” to a marriage proposal, you will not get girl for next seven births…
So “the celebrated recession” gave rise to a new group of youngsters…, who, we can call loosers…. And, for sure, will become headache for respective governments of the country…. What to do with educated-young-spendthrift loosers… sounds like, the situation that aroused long back, after banning slavery in America by Abraham Lincoln….

From all over, pink slips are showering like anything….
Confidences of employees are trembling by the shock waves sent by financial havoc…
New-born babies from campus are routed towards government service jobs…
Caring dads are escaping from software professional grooms…
More-and-more people getting blessed with pink slips…
Blood pressures of those, who are, somehow, clinging to the job, climbing new heights…
Job-sites on internet shows little usage than its colourful look…
SAP-ABAP-JAVA… and the likes… seeming to be mere group of alphabetical letters,… without any meaning…, and those who learned, to be more meaning-less…
That posh, hi-fi, flamboyant, glitzy, lurid generation bow before; the so-called, old-fashioned government service jobs….
BMWs are giving way to NANOs…
Baby, time changed…..
Now, sun rises, not from the elegant roof of citi bank, but from the dusty top of SBI…..

Given all these truths in a single page….

I would like to play the title song again…

RECESSION SUCKS………….!!!!!
(Please give a low-voltage laugh, in tribute to all struggling souls of software industry….)

Mr. Looser.

2009-02-22T11:16:00.000+05:30

I seen 2 year back myself in him….
In Mr. Looser…
I cant reveal his name… the reason… you know that better…, when we are telling some bad thing…or something which society things “taboo”, the unwritten rule is that, let that guy rest inside blanket, and we, writers or illustrators presumes some name like, the famous “x” in mathematics….
There is one more reason behind hiding the person’s true identity… because we all have this person’s quality… so I thought it would be unfair if I write his name. But in him, I have noticed something so much stereotyped, I thought of writing…

He snatched my attention long back, but I never got a chance to mingle with him, or rather, it will not be wrong, if you believe that I never liked to talk to him or interested in maintaining any sort of relation with him….
However, destiny, God’s another lethal weapon, made myself to spend few hours with…. Moreover, in that, I had a better understanding of him… and now I think he is one more victim of vindictiveness of tough face life…

He is of average height… with very light moustache, bony body shape; finely combed-oil spread curly hair. And, while looking at his dressing sense, it sounded very much his mind, which he later exposed, that he is interested much in spiritual life… and he is even not interested in marriage (?), and, if he does, that will be for his parents….
Therefore, altogether, an ultra boring look….
In addition, he always looked isolated…

So, as destiny gave me a chance to spend few times with him, it was my duty to dig in to his personality, his belief…

He did his bachelors in mechanical engineering and have a brilliant work experience record, in aerospace design industry… for almost 5 years… but this contradicted his present state in project where he is working now… he is thrown to corners and made look like someone with very poor performance…
Another Gospel truth of present day work culture, “only those who can show-off, make their way to heaven….others (though they are so much blessed with talent) perishes to hell…”
As he began to put light on his past life, I got answers for many of paradigms of office-life…
In his 5 years, he had many sour experiences, which, along with his freedom-loving, command-hating, rebellious (against boss-pet) attitude, cooked a disastrous personality….
What he gained… satisfaction of following his will, without sacrificing freedom before no BOSS-SHITS…
And he missed,… we can add many things here… like, responsible for his Mr. Looser board, which he holds now….
However, I do not think it is fair to blame him…
Few are like that… they like to be what they are…. Moreover, they care themselves to be like that only…. Blessed with innocent souls…though for others, it may sound like arrogance…
They got an attitude…keep it up…. (As, one of my friend told…)
But, if it is wrong…??

So, one question for you…,

What about Mr. George W. Bush…..??

Another Valentine's Day....

2009-02-13T15:29:00.001+05:30

February 14th, red marked in calendar (second Saturday….)
Yes,…. It is Valentine’s Day too…..…
God…………….!!
Shhhh….., Pappu made his voice low enough, so that it should not make its way to ears of, the so-called culture saviors of country….
Anyways, Pappu is also have the same opinion as the different Sena men of nation, though some call it as his desperation of not getting girls, or might have got dumped, in any cases, you are right only, given the complicated mind of girls, which confused even Einsteins of the world, you can’t blame him….

Hmmm…. That all are highly complicated issues to be dealt with high degree of diplomacy… so leave that there itself….

Recently, some high-profile politicians belonging to certain faith, “treated”, some girls in pub of Mangalore, as part of their agenda of saving culture of country (??!!), at least few may be remembering that, as it raised more eye-brows than questions….
Yes, the same god-men (some says goons or thugs, but I will never say that….), made some comments on Valentine’s Day. Something like, they will do the marriage of those who they happen to see together on the day (time to raise eye-brows again)….
That sounded fantastic for Pappu (given the fact that, by his own, he never able to do that,…. So, if some how, he manages to cling with some beautiful chicks on that day….uffffff…….. Pappu ki tho gaadi nikal padi…(Pappu can “celebrate” Christmas everyday…)).

Anyways, that is not our concern…. But in an extension to the word-war (obviously, through media), some women(by birth) announced that they will send pink chaddees to the leader of the esteemed organization, and in return they will return sarees to those ladies… sounds amazing right….
Anyway scope for some textile business (given the recession, money from any form is most welcomed)…..!!
But what made Pappu in dilemma is, the substantial substitution of rich-red-heart with pink chaddees…
Why…???
What made them to tell that… Pappu tried to glow some more bulbs on his head (if something was really there…)….
At least the pink colour, what signifies that… if you have the answer, please try to educate me….
Anyway, this years Valentine’s Day got variegated by this chaddee-saree war… thanks to all cast-and-crew which made the words a huge hit….!!!

So, wishing you all a “prosperous” and “blessed” valentine’s day, this February 14th may “change your life”…..
(Please, note the fact that, there is a high possibility of getting “treats” also, so, be prepared for injury, hospitalization…., or something like that also….)
And those, who are not interested in “these things”, keep a safe distance from girls (1 meter in Mangalore)….

And, at last, Happy Valentine’s Day Obamaji… (Please save us, am in the verge of loosing my job….plzzzzzzzzzzz……)

A Love Letter

2009-02-09T11:55:00.000+05:30

…there was not a single day, that passed, with myself in wonder, why she is so beautyful…..
Every day when I seen her, I don’t know what happens. But she never cared me… But I never missed any moment, even in dreams and reality to see her innocent beauty..
many of my friends told that; she is married… some told; she is engaged; some went such an extent that, they reminded that she is from different religion…. But nothing stopped me from her…
On a fine day, during lunch time, I was just opposite to her, though many chairs and tables where there in between, but for me I was alone… with her… as always….
suddenly, for my most surprise, she smiled to me…., I felt like heaven (even am not sure, whether she smiled to me only…. but I assumed that she smiled to me….)
after landing to ODC, I shooted mails…. initially, she just ignored mails…. after gave response in 2-3 words… in response to my 5-6 sentence long stories…
she doubted(or, I don’t know, what she thought about me…) that am flirting, might be my bad choice of words….
but she always kept miles of distance from me…. whenevr I tried to run to her,… she disappeared from scene…
mailing continued for days… as like my expectations… and dreams…
but she always, most vigilant, to keep that miles distance between…..
after long days… i understood that i was loving only shadow,….of a beautyful girl… the one he felt, very near, was billion miles away from my reach…
they were right.. she is married… she is engagegd….and she is not-at-all interested in any relationship with me…
I acknowledged all the truths…. much like I did on my 4th standard, of my school life, heat losses by joules heat law…. (I think story became emotional…an I don’t like that…so a low voltage joke…, for my satisfaction…)
and today 6th feb, am leaving all the dreams…..
but she is too cute to forget….
still, I don’t know what went wrong…. ….my way of life… my attittude…. or everything….

(dedicated to the most beautyful dream I ever had)

Talibanisation by Shri Ram Sena....!!

2009-01-28T16:08:00.002+05:30

“Talibanisation of India by Shri Ram Sena…” few words followed, but this sentence hit me to the most…
Let's scrutinize word of this sentence…
Taliban, an Islamic fundamental entity, which invaded soviet-Afghanistan, with the help of US, and later ruled for few years, after became US’ bitter enemy…
As the group followed strict Islamic rules, media began to borrow this word to mean highly fundamental or barbaric or radical ….
India, a democratic country, known for her religious harmony…
Shri Ram Sena, a radical chauvinistic-patriotic mass, whose mission is to empower country (?), as they explains, and to retain Hinduism in the country against all odds … (especially against Islamic-Christian influences...)...
How these words, which are poles-apart, got in to one sentence….!!
Thanks to those girls, who witnessed some, not-so-serious (as the chairperson of Shri Ram sena says...), molestation-like action (it is not molestation, in any means…, otherwise, they will convict me of politicizing the whole issue...) from a group of about 40 young sena workers….
The story is something like this…

“In Mangalore, few girls were enjoying inside the pub, the sena workers (who are already scared, so that they can’t tolerate anymore westernization of country…), entered the pub, dragged the girls by catching their hair (as the bloody media describes…), and threw to road; beaten some, who came in support to those girls…..”

The story ends here…
But, mean time, media took charge of this issue, and gave a new life… a new face…
They broadcasted this “highly cultured” incident, with more vilified mode…
Women organizations began to raise their voices…
News channel competed in showing the scenes happened…. Highlighting…blurring…
Sena got full free of cost publicity, and some blames from high profile leaders of nation… (Anyways, that also will add-up to publicity only)

Anyway, end of the day, all of them profited with something or another…

Media got hot news, which was there food…
Sena got free-of cost publicity, which will be helpful in future, for their growth….
But, girls.., I don’t know, what they seriously achieved by all these scenes… may be some hard-core truth about the narrow mindedness of Indian male domination…

GAZA and MUMBAI....

2009-01-20T11:24:00.001+05:30

From few weeks, Israeli forces, the so called angels of PEACE (please check out the meaning of this word again in some standard dictionary…as Pappu is not so much sure about the correct meaning….), and ally of the Messiah of Democracy, US, raining all the old stock explosives on the civilians of GAZA.
Hey…hold on……… Pappu went wrong here… in Gaza, civilians...how it can be…
There Palestine’s are residing, and, Palestine’s are terrorists…
Kids…they are potential terrorists… they will grow and become vehement personalities… and women…they give birth to terrorists…
So, Pappu got the logic, why civilians are getting targeted….
Pappu can understand feelings of long time suppressed feelings of Zionist advocates…

But, what turns Pappu’s tube light off, is International community’s (not to be mistaken, only US is the member of this team, and its royal puppet UK and other tails) cold response….

For few weeks, as many Palestine’s are getting killed in Gaza, what makes UN not to response for these massacres…?
Should world recognize UN as a group of scum… headed by neo-colonial powers…
What makes them to keep mum on this issue…?
Pappu is loosing his control…

But on November 26,2008 something happened far away in Mumbai, India (a third world nation, developing country, where snake charmers and bull carts residing), few people (no one is sure from where they came…, may be from Mars, as nobody will argue with this identity) came through Arabian sea, and killed few 180 including innocent civilians and foreigners.
In spite of producing all the proofs, Pakistan is not able to recognize their citizenship. That is natural, as a good neighbor, we Indians acknowledges that…
But what about, the so called International community… where they went…
Highlighting the double standards, they were showing for long time, they are advising India to be more wise and diplomatic…
If one stone is thrown from Palestine territory, Israel can spray bombs on civilians, but when coming to Pakistan, we have to show flowers when they are targetting poor people…
Pappu now can’t stop him saying…
“This is really B*LL SH*T”…
This is the double standard, which US is practicing for decades…
Huh… How one can expect much from cow boys, who, centuries ago invaded American continent and made natives chattel, and enunciated themselves to be the curators of land….
At least few are still remembering those parts of history….
They are business minded cow-boy cultured… how one can expect so much civilized behavior from those Uncle Sams…
Never compare India’s rich heritage with US culture… or even with Israel….
The wound, what bifurcated Indian subcontinent to ever rival nations, is still bleeding…. Another crooked divide and rule practice by British… And now showing some crocodile tears…
Please note the fact…
World is no longer play ground of some western menace….
Pappu epilogues…

My sixth mobile....

2009-01-18T14:17:00.000+05:30

….as always, Friday night, with great sort of hang over, after having very-very hard week, with office and managers…, work load-pressure…
Reached home…
Took a long breath, and rushed through some movies, in laptop…
And immersed myself to bed…, but I not missed to switch off the alarm on mobile, as the morning am going to wake up, is of sweet Saturday…
I had a sound sleep; suddenly I woke up…, as I experienced some strangeness from “within”…
My eyes flew over the table, where I kept my mobile last night…
Shocked…, even though, this happens occasionally, but this time I was damn sure about the location where I kept it...
I tried to call my number from my friend’s mobile which was kept near to that…

“The person you are trying to reach is out of range, or switched off….”

The sudden answer came…., as a storm which took all the breath from me…
Acknowledged the truth, yes the ultimate truth….

I lost my 6th mobile ….!!!

Though, am not a tyro with these type of situations, each experience gave different kinds of strokes to heart…

Still am remembering, when I lost my first mobile….
It was on bus, while I was on my way to native… as always, I never experienced any strange incidents… but suddenly when I knew the mobile was missing, it was far too late…
Then, for second time, in office cab….

For first time, when I lost Motorola L6 ( Rs 5600), it was heart-breaking,
Next time, Nokia N70 (Rs 15000), it was more than heart can bear….
Then, for the third time, it was disturbing…
And for this time, Nokia 5300(Rs 6000), it is irritating…

“Why always me, and my mobile”

And for the last time, that is, this time, from my room itself, that too in morning, I was there inside room, sleeping...
Each fact adding more salt to my wounds…

From my room, while I was present there (though unconsciously)…!!!

I am leaving the picture of strength of security we are having in my room…
Thanks to Mr. Manager (he himself proclaimed and keeps some stupid followers…), for arranging such a “stronger security to room”.
And the interesting part of story never continues…
Along with my mobile, there were my friend’s mobile too…, my wrist watch, mp3 player... laptop, PARKER pen…credit cards…
But he picked my mobile and purse (with my driving license)…, that too in the timing between 7.30am to 9.00am…
From inside room…!!
That too in day light….!!
What to say, the world became impossible….just impossible…
So with great sort of pain, grief, woe, anguish and great amount of anger; am acknowledging the very fact…

“Trust me, your home too is not a secure place, whether you are there or not, it is immaterial”

So, next time, am going to keep all the expensive stuffs inside one suit case, and I will that with me using some hi tech locking system…..

SATYAM SAGA...

2009-01-10T22:53:00.001+05:30

In Sanskrit SATYAM means something like truth or more than that, but for some 2-3 days this word has been appearing with some wrong pictures….
No need to get in to wrong directions, the talk is about software giant, SATYAM, which was once 7 billion dollar company (now the figures made a free fall to 140 million dollar, can be still lesser, I am updating with latest information I have…).
A firm, which was known for its great trustworthiness, faithfulness, and much for its professionalism; suddenly plunged to mud … and making news for all the wrong reasons…
The credit goes to its promoter-chairman Rambling Raja.
Only thing he did is, added some figures here and there in balance sheet… and inflated the profit….
Only some 7136 crores…
And aim was to show the colorful image of SATYAM in stock exchange…
What an artistic thought….!!
But the problem is with our society…. This never allows one to practice so much creativity with financial matters, like this at least….
Something called SEBI is there….
They called it “fraud”…
An example that “symptomises” the greedy part of human…
Anyways he made a smart move at last, confessed everything with a 5 page letter to SEBI and whole the world… and drew light to the dark episode of cool industry…

Nation is already under the shock waves from recession caused to Western countries… and itself slipping to economic slow down... at the very occasion, happenings like this will add fuel to disaster…. so many already lost job, with these hot incidents, more heads will feel the heat…
If a solid computer company like SATYAM can fall like this, then what about others… which is mushrooming here and there…
Where are the regulating systems…?
What SEBI is doing then… waiting for some confession letter like this… ?
Think about those who purchased the stocks by seeing the inflated image of the firm…
What about the employees… what they will do, other than hiding there company ID cards and faces ….?
In this already doomed business condition, how they can find a job…??

Am not asking these questions to anybody…
But, to myself…and
To God, who better knows all the answers…

FREE HUGS...and some confession...

2008-12-31T12:40:00.000+05:30

Brigade road….
A road, I don’t know whether it has any historic importance, but charmed always all, irrespective of age (especially youths)…
A road…I don’t know whether I can tell that as mere “road”…some thing beyond that...like silk route… where silk was the fascination there… chicks are mesmerizing here…that is the only difference I sensed with my limited sensing power…

All these are some facts… some truths, some wild exaggerations…

I was standing on the historic ground of brigade road… sun is right above my head with full glory and brilliance…

I saw some girls…, pretty, gorgeous, dazzling… (List will roll to infinity…)… am in front of them… I dreamed some romantic scenes with each one…in different-different locations… at last I landed to earth…
I watched some killing smile on their face…and heart breaking words on the poster they holding….with black bold Xeroxed letters…FREE HUGS……
Each letter of that two words triggered quanta of amusement in my heart…
I couldn’t believe my eyes… my brain stopped working…
Suddenly a hand dropped on my shoulder… and a tough sound…

“Son, can we move… I don’t find anything special here….”

I recognized the ultimate truth of my parents’ presence…
Day before, they were landed. And the entire battalion was there, escorting me on that auspicious occasion…

So… in a nutshell… I lost the free hugs… the hugs from beauties of brigade road…
The dream of each youth of Bangalore….
Hallucination shattered…
Reality won… once again…

God knows when this UNBELIEVABLE INCIDENT will repeat again.
Am waiting for that historic occasion, on the historic road… at least, without accompany of parents next time…

Another New Year....

2008-12-28T20:32:00.000+05:30

3 days left…,
2009 is waiting on the door steps…
We too, ping on the New Year with lots and lots of expectations…

Celebrations…, dancing, boozing, blasting some crackers…, fire works… adding some more burden to already ruined worlds financial condition.
And the interesting part of the story is, these all never constitute to constructive development of world… and all are for enjoyment…
Mere entertainment…!!

Ironically, we are expecting some magic from New Year…
We dreams… “This new year will be far better than the previous...”
And we end up in a strange dilemma… where each New Year takes man-kind to more panic condition…
We never learn any lesson…

As like most of us, last time when the new year was about to happen, some 2 days back, me too started analyzing the leaving year 2007, tallied all the losses against gains (as always, gains were so minute before the Himalayan losses I gained that year)… but I pledged one thing that day, that next year I will work hard, and I guaranteed myself that next year I will be in much more good condition….

Today, same person, same situation, but year is 2008, and the only difference, condition is much more pathetic.

This is the case of mine, if you are in other boat, congratulations, you can be proud of, you have the reason to enjoy, dance, booze…
And if, you are also with me, on the same boat, which already got some holes and water getting inside…

Pause for a second….

Acknowledge that your boat is no safer, try to get rid off the danger; otherwise, we may not be in the situation of celebrating another new year…..
Accept the fact that, enjoyment is for winners, who did some efforts, irrespective of results… to change their life, to add value to their life….
Or if you are among those, who just wants some reason to celebrate… Smells the havoc ahead… otherwise… sense the result with your common sense, if you still have that “thing”.

Let’s pledge, next New Year, we have some gains to show against the losses we accumulated as legacy through out life….
Learn something each day…
Never waste a second, as it is the most precious thing in the world… 1 second can make you earn $1 to billions…. Try to understand the value of time.
Always add knowledge to yourself from all the resources. Grasp information from each and every thing….
Be an asset to your society… to your nation….
Try to give back something to nature.
Show loyalty to your parents, to God.

We are heading towards havoc, and the present world is itself a pure example of that…
Entertainment is good. That is meant for those, who are tired after their long work, that too for 1-2 hours maximum. It seldom applies to those who wastes hours together before some stupid TV shows…
Try to understand the very fact that, everything is business… Try to get away from pitfalls of wicked-business minds.
So, next time when you are pouring wine, or scratching match stick to lighten the crackers, be sure, you have the reason to celebrate…..
Very solid reason…!
So …
Have A GREAT NEW YEAR ahead…..

A stage show...

2008-12-22T14:22:00.004+05:30

“… a big, round, spherical object; covered with net of some metal…, they call it mike, and, it is said that, if I speak through it, it will amplify my voice, so that as many people can here voice as at least 10km radius, with me as centre…

And now am giving some extra effort to all my sensing organs (skin excluded) to concentrate on this object…, otherwise I have to face the crowd, who are spread before me to hear a song from a 4^th standard boy…, on the occasion of youth festival of my school…”

This scene occurred on a fine afternoon of September (I am not sure about the date) 1994; with me, standing on a needle tip, and a sword hanging above my head. And above described lines portray my feelings at that time.

Life won’t be smooth always… sometimes, some incident happens like this, which makes one’s life hard… even harder… at least, in the form of a singing program for a stage frightened 4^th STD boy….

My family always has a great expectation on me…. Because I was shy (very much) and unsocial, they wanted me to participate in singing-dancing and that kind of programs. But I was very much allergic towards those all…

But, as always, Dad forced (“threatened” is the apt word) and I agreed….

After registering my name for the event of singing, I was going through a strange mental panic…

As the day neared, the panic heightened….

Finally, the destined day came…

My name got announced, heart started beating heavily…

I managed to climb through the wooden stairs to reach stage,

Started singing…,

Hardly two lines finished….

By that time, my breath overtook my voice… a complete silence observed after that…

Almost lost count of time, I fled from the scene...

…

And, like that, I did my first and last stage show since now….

Mumbai attacks.....

2008-11-30T18:31:00.000+05:30

“WAR ON MUMBAI….”

That was the red-thick-bold headline on the front page of a news paper which grabbed Pappu’s attention.
“War…??!, that too, in Mumbai…. The heart of India…. Industrial hub….home of bollywood…. (the last one is of least importance….still have its own importance…)”.
Pappu got confused… In past he seen some headings like bomb blasts… encounters… but this very heading reminded him of some dreadful scenes happening in Iraq’s of world…
His mind got electrified…., “Oh my God, my India too………….!!?”

He rushed to TV set…… switched it on….. Hurried to the news channels….
And the remaining scenes he witnessed, made his nerves to pass some more shocks in each seconds passed…

Some group of young foreigners intruded to the dream city of India…. And started firing on mobs…, and managed to get inside some famous landmarks of the city… some Hotels,… kept many as hostages…
And attacks started from last night…..
Pappu’s brain began to send more signals nerves can handle….. Almost a condition of paralysis.…..

The world’s biggest democracy buried their eyes and mind on news channels, to know what is happening in their beloved Mumbai….

Hours went like that. Police battalions spread around…. Shoot outs… fires….grenade blasts…
After that came NSG commandos… their plots….their struggles….and of course the ultimate victory…at last… after almost 3days…. 1 terrorist got captured alive…others detained …
And for the nation, we lost few legends…. From NSG…police… and many innocent civilians… and most importantly the foreigners….our guests….
Put together some 160+ dead…300+ injured…
And broke the hearts of whole country… the humanity….

Pappu is speechless now… what is there if he speaks or not… Politicians do that, without giving anyone to blame upon… If something has to be blamed…., there actions…. Many bombs exploded… in many places… innocents lost lives…. And Pappu seen the very same, old raga…… from PM,…from Home Ministry…

“Terrorism can not be tolerated…, strict action will be taken against them…”.

For the first one or two occasions, these words sparked some hope inside his mind. Now, he began to accept that, these are nothing but some groups of words put together to convince the public (which they think, as fools, and many times, we are…).

What went wrong…?
Why we are getting victimized always…??
Is it because of Kashmir….??
Or some result of jealousy….., from our neighbors…because of steep growth we are attaining??
Or the net out put of the sharp minds of ISI… Dawood Ibrahim… Al- Qaeda..??

If Pappu starts listing his long list of doubts…. The questions will definitely surpass the questions the reporters ask on the news channels to some famous icons on TV set…

But Pappu knows one thing…. Words alone can do nothing… than some artificial relaxation for few moments, which will last only to the next terrorist massacre……..

We have to accept the truth that fools paradise is really very much boring place to live upon… where nothing is there in actual…. Only we have is, some phony belief…

So get out of these dreams…we need actions… from politicians…. from administrators….from police force… from all the responsible bodies of this great country….

And Pappu is determined in one thing now, next time when his door getting knocked by some candidates for the election, he will, definitely put forward one question before them….
“What you and your party did for us last time, for us….for our children… for our neighbors… for our brothers….??”.
“what is the safety you provided to us….?”
Better you too go for this type of questions… otherwise, we don’t know, who will be here next time to live in this fools paradise.…

And Pappu wanted to put some more seeds of thought to everyones mind…
No weapons can kill us, than the distrust, which we developed already, by getting in to the words of some wicked souls from evil…
When neighbors began to disbelieve each other because other is in different religion….no more AK47…or RDX is needed… they are already dead…
Strength of India is integrity…
Please don’t divide us by showing some green or saffron flags…
Don’t mess up politics and business…. Business and religion….religion and politics…..

Terrorism is destruction… whether it is from outside or inside… whether it is in the name of nationality…or in the form invasion….

Pappu prayed to the God…. “Help my country..........from all destructive minds”

Rainbow is beautiful because of its 7 colors…its mix-ups… Like our nation…

A LEAP TO THE MOON..................

2008-11-22T00:30:00.002+05:30

Plain, dark blue sky… here and there some glitzy stars….and there is a big, round, shimmering full rounded moon……
The scene which fascinated almost all souls on earth at least once in a life….
But now, the two glowing eyes are watching this moon, with much admiration, through a glass window… Yes …the owner of this -0.75 short sited pair of eyes is of none other than our Pappu’s…
The admiration came not for the beauty the moon deserved…. But for the achievement the nation of INDIA had through her scientific and technology community… the mission CHANDRAYAAN-1. The mission added India to the elite club of five members (Russia, the US, the European Space Agency, Japan and China) which already accomplished lunar mission.
And now, Pappu feel that, he is much more deserved to enjoy beauty of moon …. At least we have our flag flying (pure imagination...)…. He got somewhat patriotic….yes…damn patriotic… (Which he usually turns into by seeing some bollywood nationalistic movies)…
Let the national anthem Jana-Gana-Mana-… be played in background with A. R. Rahman music…
So…. Pappu felt very much proud like every Indians did.
But some thoughts flashed inside the relatively small brain of Pappu.
India…. The country, which, Westerners still like to acknowledge as the land of snake charmers and bull carts…. The third world-developing country… a nation where still majority of citizens fall under the poverty line…
Still…during the havoc situation the world witnessing through financial mayhem… the global recession… this third world, cheap laboured Indains achieved the glory, through her cheap technology, the great voyage…. They made some thing bigger than mere bold heading on newspapers and news channels…. A technical-scientific achievement… which made her to stand along with super powers…

Yes… we have some narrow minded corrupted political leaders,… who care much about their pocket than the interest of nation… who mold religion and business for their self interest… (The height of Patriotism of politicians touches the extend, that, one of the defense ministers charged for corruption on coffin for soldiers who died for the nation, on the Kargil war...). We had Mumbai blasts…. Recent Serial blasts on major metros by terrorists… Gujarat massacres… very good neighbors, always ready to sent invaders inside and trying to disintegrate the unity of this great nation…. Minority terrorism…majority terrorism…Border issues…

In spite off all this….we have very good growth in almost all sectors… GDP touching 9… Financial sectors which still on the way to take longest leap the world ever seen… one of the great outsourcing power… Tatas buying Jaguars… HCLs bagging Axons…
YES… the coming century is ours… India’s….
Elephant also can dance… Now it is moon…next Mars…may be… Now this is South-Asian power.. next…the world super power…may be….
And Let the world see, how She doing that…
Pappu concluded his thoughts……

GLOBAL RECESSION AND FEW PERSONAL WORRIES...

2008-11-11T06:33:00.002+05:30

Pappu is always like that,….
Never reveals his opinions about any of the global phenomenon….
Like Iraq invasion of US…. US’ venture to cleanse Afghanistan from the so called Taliban lead terrorism…. (Don’t waste time thinking how success are all these missions…. Uncle Sam says everything is done… just want some white pigeons with olive leave…, but they are now busy with their mission in Somalia, Nigeria,… and even in Palestine…. Thanks to US…for spreading “peace” (extra care must be taken so that “peace” never be confused with “piece” (some terrorists say human flush pieces)) all over the earth….
Or global warming… (developed and developing nations are still on debate about whom actually causing this disaster…. we can sincerely pray to Almighty that, before complete ozone covering vanishes, they may reach in some conclusion at least…. So that, media can celebrate the rest….)
Or Israel-Palestine conflict….(no comments…. I am too young to get in to heaven so soon…).
But, Pappu noted one thing, whenever he tried to open his mouth in some of these sensitive issues, like US’ war on terror….. friends compared him with Osama,….. so he shut his mouth… and kept shut all the time……… and lived like a cold blooded animal.

But the situation now is some what horrible… Wherever Pappu goes, he sensed the ripple effect of, the so called, global recession….
(for the innocent souls, who still don’t know, what the hell is THE GLOBAL RECESSION that we are under going now…., “it is a quagmire, caused by some greedy foolish MBA guys when entered to high posts of banks and insurance companies…. ).
Now what to explain…. Even beggars began to talk about this strange phenomenon…. So, Pappu also broke his silence…….. he also started to analyze the situation…

The basic question he have is, “Where all the money went…..???”.

Almost all famous banks of US and Europe are either bankrupted… or in the shadow of getting vanished…
Capitalism is under threat….!!!, He can’t even imagine that, as, he is one of the great follower and supporter of Capitalism….
Okay,…. leave the case of West…, what about Gulf ( the sand covered part of earth, where money sprinkle from beneath, and never felt any form of slowdown after fossil fuel discovered from the land )….. oil prices are dipping day by day….
And about East (where the giants like Japan, china reside)…. They also no where spared….
Stock exchanges of all the countries are dropping so consistently, as if bears took the charge of all stock markets…
And effect of all this…….. to poor white-blue-and all other colored and non colored collar employees…. Companies are competing each other to release lengthiest lay-off list of employees.
And employees, wondering with huge credit card payment bills and other installment payments on their hands, and pocket with holes all over……
And Government enjoying the scene, like, kids who were brought to see some sumo championships….
So money is neither in West…nor in East…..!!!
Pappu wondered……..
But he knew the reason of this weird and wonderful condition…., “when a land piece of worth $4000, projected to $8000, this is what going to happen…., past is past. Now, how to get out of this eccentric enigma…..
Pappu’s heart began to pump more blood than it can manage….

Then came the answer……., “The O factor….”, “The Messiah”….yes,… you said that….our OBAMA….

Pappu don’t know, how a single Obama can change all these……. All the world believes…., so does the Pappu…..

Pappu glanced at the smiling face of Obama at the news paper….., with little confidence….little happiness…, but lot more question marks………..

GIRL FRIENDS..............

2008-11-01T22:22:00.001+05:30

(DEDICATED TO ALL MY BACHELOR FRIENDS, WHO STILL FINDS IT DIFFICULT TO GET GIRL FRIENDS…)

….she is beautiful, gorgeous…. But what to do, she is also on mobile, hanging with her boy friend (..I don’t know exactly, but the romantic expression glowing on her face, presents this fact…. And also for such a long time….hmmm….hey don’t think that I was noticing her for such a long period….. am a smart guy, someone like Mujeeb…).
And I looked at my nokia 5300 moblie.. not a single missed call or a message… I felt ashamed of myself…

This is not a single incident am witnessing…. After completing my higher secondary education I was seeing the same thing. But the degree of impact was different. At the time of graduation, I hardly noticed these hang outs and all….may be I was a little bit more serious about my education…(don’t ask what I achieved by that,…may some good scores… and….nothing…!!!)

But….after coming out of campus, I reached….(or my destiny took me) to the one of the most glamorous city of India, Bangalore…you know, a city famous for beautiful girls and wonderful gardens… here, I began to recognize the hidden beauty inside girls… but that was too late it seemed, and am paying for that now.

Whenever I seen some gorgeous chicks, they will be accompanied by a queue of, the so called, BOY Friend species….

When a girl seen alone, either of the following occurs automatically..….

1. Her boy friend will be on some 100metre radius, busy with buying some ice creams for her…,
2. Or her little kid will come and call MUMMYYYYYYYYYYY……….., which will remind me the santoor bathing soap ad.
3. Or she will be on phone, sharing her sweet talk….(this is seen maximum times….about 77.6%, don’t be wondered about the odd digits given… just to get a wrong impression from viewers,…)
4. Or may be waiting for her boy, who will make an entrance in a typical John Abraham style…
5. If neither is the case, you know…she will be waiting for you.. and she will be too beautiful to attract your attention.

Okay,… I am hopeless about these live world… and if am going to some social networking sites like orkut, mingle box, face book, hi5…many are there,…(I think you know better than me…about the sites name)

If I see some good photos with sweet girl name…..,
Gone….!!!!
…..either she will be married…or, for sure…she will be committed….
Or you will be some 1001th friend in her list… and, how much love and care you can expect from her (if she ready to give…otherwise you will be out on first shot itself…), 1/1000th… that’s it…. It is true…
Beautiful girls are among the rarest… even you are much lucky and smart enough to get one, how much money you are expecting to keep her under your umbrella… Rs 10000, Rs 20000 per month….
Sorry…….. you are on wrong number….

This is the information age…who have more information, he will get good job with heavy pay checks, so the fatty bank account…. And he will be having escort of girls…others will be on foot path wondering about the drama of destiny…. Like me…

Once again I checked mobile…. As always happen…. No missed calls, no messages…

Market.. Assets.. and Bankruptcy concepts!!!!

2008-10-30T11:30:00.000+05:30

Once there was a little island country. The land of this country was the
tiny island itself. The total money in circulation was 2 dollars as there
were only two pieces of 1 dollar coins circulating around.

1) There were 3 citizens living on this island country. A owned the land. B and C each owned 1 dollar.

2) B decided to purchase the land from A for 1 dollar. So, now A and C own 1 dollar each while B owned a piece of land that is worth 1 dollar.

* The net asset of the country now = 3 dollars.

3) Now C thought that since there is only one piece of land in the country,
and land is non producible asset, its value must definitely go up. So, he
borrowed 1 dollar from A, and together with his own 1 dollar, he bought the
land from B for 2 dollars.

*A has a loan to C of 1 dollar, so his net asset is 1 dollar.
* B sold his land and got 2 dollars, so his net asset is 2 dollars.
* C owned the piece of land worth 2 dollars but with his 1 dollar debt to A, his net residual asset is 1 dollar.
* Thus, the net asset of the country = 4 dollars.

4) A saw that the land he once owned has risen in value. He regretted having sold it. Luckily, he has a 1 dollar loan to C. He then borrowed 2 dollars from B and acquired the land back from C for 3 dollars. The payment is by 2 dollars cash (which he borrowed) and cancellation of the 1 dollar loan to C.
As a result, A now owned a piece of land that is worth 3 dollars. But since
he owed B 2 dollars, his net asset is 1 dollar.

* B loaned 2 dollars to A. So his net asset is 2 dollars.
* C now has the 2 coins. His net asset is also 2 dollars.
* The net asset of the country = 5 dollars. A bubble is building up.

(5) B saw that the value of land kept rising.. He also wanted to own the
land. So he bought the land from A for 4 dollars. The payment is by
borrowing 2 dollars from C, and cancellation of his 2 dollars loan to A.

* As a result, A has got his debt cleared and he got the 2 coins. His net
asset is 2 dollars.
* B owned a piece of land that is worth 4 dollars, but since he has a debt
of 2 dollars with C, his net Asset is 2 dollars.
* C loaned 2 dollars to B, so his net asset is 2 dollars.

* The net asset of the country = 6 dollars; even though, the country has
only one piece of land and 2 Dollars in circulation.

(6) Everybody has made money and everybody felt happy and prosperous.

(7) One day an evil wind blew, and an evil thought came to C's mind. 'Hey,
what if the land price stop going up, how could B repay my loan. There is
only 2 dollars in circulation, and, I think after all the land that B owns
is worth at most only 1 dollar, and no more.'

(8) A also thought the same way.

(9) Nobody wanted to buy land anymore.

* So, in the end, A owns the 2 dollar coins, his net asset is 2 dollars.
* B owed C 2 dollars and the land he owned which he thought worth 4 dollars
is now 1 dollar. So his net asset is only 1 dollar.
* C has a loan of 2 dollars to B. But it is a bad debt. Although his net
asset is still 2 dollars, his Heart is palpitating.
* The net asset of the country = 3 dollars again.

(10) So, who has stolen the 3 dollars from the country ? Of course, before
the bubble burst B thought his land was worth 4 dollars. Actually, right
before the collapse, the net asset of the country was 6 dollars on paper.
B's net asset is still 2 dollars, his heart is palpitating.

(11) B had no choice but to declare bankruptcy. C as to relinquish his 2
dollars bad debt to B, but in return he acquired the land which is worth 1
dollar now.

* A owns the 2 coins, his net asset is 2 dollars.
* B is bankrupt, his net asset is 0 dollar. ( he lost everything )
* C got no choice but end up with a land worth only 1 dollar

* The net asset of the country = 3 dollars.

************ **End of the story; BUT ************ ********* ******

There is however a redistribution of wealth.
A is the winner, B is the loser, C is lucky that he is spared.
A few points worth noting -

(1) When a bubble is building up, the debt of individuals to one another in
a country is also building up.
(2) This story of the island is a closed system whereby there is no other
country and hence no foreign debt. The worth of the asset can only be
calculated using the island's own currency. Hence, there is no net loss.
(3) An over-damped system is assumed when the bubble burst, meaning the
land's value did not go down to below 1 dollar.
(4) When the bubble burst, the fellow with cash is the winner. The fellows
having the land or extending loan to others are the losers. The asset could
shrink or in worst case, they go bankrupt.
(5) If there is another citizen D either holding a dollar or another piece
of land but refrains from taking part in the game, he will neither win nor
lose. But he will see the value of his money or land go up and down like a
see saw.
(6) When the bubble was in the growing phase, everybody made money.
(7) If you are smart and know that you are living in a growing bubble, it is worthwhile to borrow money (like A ) and take part in the game. But you must know when you should change everything back to cash.
(8) As in the case of land, the above phenomenon applies to stocks as well.
(9) The actual worth of land or stocks depend largely on psychology.

SACHIN HV

An Orkut LOVE STORY........

2008-10-27T21:53:00.003+05:30

I don’t remember the exact date when I added her as my friend in ORKUT (one of the most happening social networking internet site from GOOGLE), but she insisted that it was one of the day from month of February. And I accepted that, because I knew, boys can’t win arguments with girls.

Actually, I added her in my friendship list to add some colors to my friendship list, which was till that date, filled with boys only…..(and feared for some times that, people viewing my profile will misinterpret that am a gay….).

After my first love failure (occurred from orkut only, but, when I seen her, live, I was forced to change my decision…. Thanks to my great ability to handle critical situations,), I was in search of a new one…

God gave another chance, gave a new girl as a orkut friend. We began to exchange scraps. After few months scrap turned to mails, and, as time passed mailing turned to phone calls. About 1-2 hour long daily romantic conversation. And my phone bill reflected the depth of my seriousness towards this new relationship.

One fine day I proposed her. She accepted that with a great gladness.

I changed the relationship status in orkut from single to committed.

But please note the fact that, these all happened before seeing her. (You may be wondering on my great foolish attitude, nobody can blame you…)

Days passed. We two exchanged our hearts through STD phone calls. Phone bills touched four digits…, and I began to weave my love story.

On one fine, sunny day of June, she (sorry for not revealing the persons name, as it will affect my future life, severely) came to my city.

Love blossomed in my heart. Dreamed some five romantic song scenes with her.

I went to see her, to her hostel. We had lunch together.

After the second meeting, she asked, “Can I talk to my parents about our marriage…!” Something burned inside my brain. My face turned to red. One of the rare situation when men rethinks about their strategy,(the other one is, when one is on war loosing condition…)

The situation was something like, the moment, when stockers witnessed some heavy free fall of stock values...

Or the great wonder Mr. Bush had (hope you are remembering him…President of US, the country which was once called superpower, now sunk in financial crisis.)

Again I applied my great skill to escape from critical situations. Some how I got out scratch free. Like our Musharraf sahib of Pakisthan from impeachment.

The very next day I opened my orkut profile, and changed the relationship status back to single.

A BLUNDER THAT CHANGED MY VIEW...

2008-10-19T12:53:00.001+05:30

I am fully confident…. Cracking jokes… laughing at colleagues’ presentation…

Why I should not be….?

I have given a marvelous, splendid (be on hold… as the story progresses, it takes some huge turns…) presentation on the presentation skill training program. This program is conducted by our company. Each individual participating on the program has to deliver 3 minute long presentation on topic, which, each member has to select by themselves...…

At the very second, when I received the e-mail regarding the training program, am almost decided I will rock that session. So I went to my poor, helpless, broadminded project leader, to let me attend the training. Even after the very pathetic situation of project (many project leaders advised team members to take bed and blanket to office), he gave the permission for that….

I prepared a great, well animated, colorful power point presentation …. Even I got jealous about my creativity…. Am I the same MUJEEB… ??(Later I got answer…I am the very, same, old mujeeb….).

On the training venue I reached exactly 9.30 am, trainer was their. She smiled and said, “Session will start exactly 10:00 am”.
“Okay…..better….” I replied.
Went to library…spent some time there with some journals.
Session started. Trainer, let us call her Lisa, started giving preaching on relevance of presentation skills. After that, proceeded presentation of each trainee.
That included presentations from “importance of hobby” to “butterfly effect” (still I don’t know what the hell is THAT…..).
Time passed…. Almost all delivered their presentation. Each session is getting recorded with a video camera hanged in front.
After a while, Lisa called my name… I got up in very much modesty. Started delivering first line. In between I felt a great amount of slip while pronouncing words. Am not able to speak correct English… though lots of imagination is happening inside my brain… but when trying to convey to viewers little or no expression happens. For example, one of the sentences I said on the session is something like this….

“Once my sister and I was sitting on roadside….”

Enough ….!!, Presentation skill program became a laughter show….
Am almost got idea where my presentation heading towards…. After that I hurried through words….expressions….. Anyway I thanked patients of audience and went to seat…
After noon session included re-telecasting of each presentation previously did.
As session progressed, Lisa gave her feed back to each participant, and me; almost died laughing on the blunders each did while doing the presentation….
Then came my turn…when I seen my face on the screen I almost hided my face with a white paper…
I seen exactly how worst a presentation can happen….
But not a single person from audience laughed… they heard it with high amount of tolerance…
I felt ashamed of me…. And respect for others…..
At last, Lisa did not forget to remind me….

“Great presentation, but learn language first…..!!”.

I got my message…..

PROJECT ATHENA….

2008-10-18T10:31:00.001+05:30

(Name and situation of the story is full imaginative, and if any connection seen with reality, that will be said coincident)

Sounds like some great US military mission in Iraq….??!!
Then you are perfectly wrong…
Though, this has “no-way” relationship with such things…., a word “military pressure” echoes frequently inside our office, and inside the mail from peers…

Project Athena is a beautiful achievement, at least I can say like that, from marketing team to the company…
They won the deal to complete the project to finish in 1 year…., but it is running still, with about 200+ unfortunate engineers…..

For my great-mighty fortunate, am also one among them…

Allow me to explain this great experience….
(Readers are instructed to hold your breath till end…)

Project started with full joy-curiosity-responsibility, and above all, great amount of self esteem….

“We are part of Team Athena…”

….ufff………

And one of my friends became so proud that, he went to send an excel sheet with all the team members’ name, with the heading…,

“Athenayudae Abhimanangal”.

Project started with 400+ cheerful engineer souls….
Clients from onsite came to explain about their requirements.
Their faces were filled with enthusiasm and all enjoyed the project until the first rejection of models happened…
(The project is about modeling all the structural parts of airplane. After modeling they will be sending to onsite for clients’ checking. If they find any mistake, they will reject the parts with the rejection comments).

In the initial stages, we used to find reasons in rejection comments… after sometimes we used to dig out blunders in rejection..
As the time passed, rejection comments looked like ridiculing comments…
Enthusiastic faces of clients turned to red-bullish…. Senior managers’ words and behavior turned to rough and tough…
Small-small confusion from onsite created great winds on offshore…
Onsite team of our company, are asked to work 12+ hrs, each day priority for the changed…Saturdays became working day… sleeping hours became working hours and working hours became screwing hours… those who thought themselves to be the most fortunate, now began to curse their fate…
400+ lives come down to 200…..
I don’t know whether we can count this as achievements of this project or destiny of poorly handled project…..
One think is sure, until the climax of the project, our managers did not able to understand what clients are requesting, and clients never knew what we are asking for…

This is the roller coaster ride we all are having….., since 2007 march…..

I suggest, if anyone reading this article have any contact with any Hollywood directors,…. Please tell them to make one movie just like 300(as it explained life of 300 brave Spartans……), 450(life of 450 serene Indian managers and engineers).
I am damn sure; this will break all the Hollywood movie records.

....LIFE IN BENCH...

2008-10-09T22:47:00.001+05:30

…. “BENCH”……
A hard reality of, today’s not so SOFT software industry….

After my engineering odyssey, am end up with a job in this industry…..
Everything looked fantasy….. elegant pantry….beautiful HR’s, nice dressed peoples…., heart melting gorgeous lady staffs…honey-like English pouring from all direction… big-big company buildings…some in the model of pyramid….some of the model of sphere, cylinder…and some more shape…, I don’t know the real shape of some….or the very purpose… treat that like hard core secret for the time being….just like the word BENCH…., a word which eats many of the top managements’ brain of top Indian IT industries…….. and relevant to all of us now, as the word RECESSION OF US is known to, even in the most remote corner of world, let it be African rain forests itself….

Previously IT giants used the bench as an inventory of resources (they are engineers from very good colleges with good academic ability, and competing personality many times) for future projects…or for projects already in pipe-lines (another legendary word, which huge importance in techies life…). But, what happened is, after US slipped to great financial mayhem, the project which was on the pipe line evaporated away (sublimation you can tell)….. and those future projects seemed never to reach… so inventory in bench became head-ache…. And top management took strict stand over this innocent souls…(I know few friends who were on bench for more than 2+ years……what they will attach in their resume for this period….., bench…!!! Oh come on….that is great BS……). And after that, they will be given examinations to prove their ability (with impossible task), and after, they will be shown doors…. (EXIT door for sure…..)

this is the systematic task which is now getting executed almost in every IT companies……. Future of this reality….., really, I don’t know…or why we should….. CEO of great MNC’s are there….let them spend some brain there…..

Okay… so I entered one of the MNC, had training, got in to bench… new-new computer games….new-new chatting friends….. these were the achievements there…that is in bench…. After that shadow resource…. Working for some other seniors…they will take the credit for the work….and blames….of course we have to take….we are shadow right!!!….
After long waiting, I got in to a pretty good project…. After few months…., when US slipped to credit crunch, my manager smiled me with a merry face…..
He called inside meeting room, he continued his brand new smile and asked me… “do you know why I called you…..??”, I said with little hesitation, “you are going to remove me from your team to some other…..”, without giving a chance for second thought, he poured his precious words…. “you have been moved to bench…..”.

My brain sparked…. Nerves electrified…. “Bench…!”

Yes, old days are back… computer gaming…, chatting…

May be a pink slip next….

RAMU, share-wala.......

2008-10-08T12:57:00.000+05:30

For Ramu, stock market was a great experience…. When he explored the heavy possibility of getting rich within short time, he got much more fascinated…

But what to do friends, he is now in a really messed up situation….

A situation, which he don’t know whom he has to blame… media celebrating this situation as something like CREDIT CRUNCH, SUB-PRIME MORTGAGE CRISIS, FINANCIAL MAYHEM,…. But for Ramu it was a simple word “Total Disaster”…. Which made him to look for either rat poison or insect poison; hanging on ceiling fan or ceiling hook…. Or to cut veins of left hand or right hand….

The same Ramu, who, before some few months, was burning his brain for, which company’s shares has to be taken… either Tata’s or Infosys’, M&M’s or HCL’s…now terms changed …situation changed… the same brain, which was finding best among different company’s profiles… now searching for best way to end life…

Ramu is a educated, employed youth, who invested all his money and dreams on shares of big-big companies. When many financial giants of US collapsed, actually it was Ramu’s heart that got real strokes…. Because of recession, he lost his job on a great US based MNC, and all his money owing to the ripples of recession…

Now ….no jobs…..no money….no girl friends…. No pubs…no hi-fi life styles…no Chinese…no continental… what he have now is lots and lots of under-valued stocks and great amount of pain and sorrows…

Yaa….he selected hanging…..and with ceiling fan….
And a note, thanking all the ones who helped him through his entire life….
And a reminder for those who still not enterd to great fantasy world of STOCKS…. Which ended with a very common phrase….

“look before you leap…, and never leap to such an extend, where, you even can’t able manage…”

To The Beloved Managers……

2008-09-24T16:41:00.000+05:30

How one can forget the most elegant, smart, dashing …and … (some more nouns I like to add…but because of my poor account balance in vocabulary, am extremely sorry…..) And….hmmm….yes…..very much kind (needless to say….almost all, at least once in life time, might have experienced…..otherwise, I bet…….) species on the earth face …..
Any guess……..
Yes, you said…..
If not,….your heart or brain(whichever may be fast responding organ on your case…) unknowingly might have triggered the answer…….

MANAGERS………

This race of human includes a wide range of heading…..some may come like Project Manager, Project Leader, Team Leader,….or …..Hmmm…..again thanks to my lower vocabulary level………… I can’t put some more words…..

Am dedicating this space to those graced species……. (at least I am having so much peace on my mind… for getting chance to pay tribute in my own way…..to all community of managers)

Before explaining about any species, in world of “OLOGY” (zoology, pathology,…..and many ologies coming on this way…. Am so smart to have all these names reminded….), there is a custom, or way, or procedure…… first we have to brief common criteria that species processing…..

Characteristics:
any person who is very much fond off getting the subordinates job done, with little effort from himself other than a great prolonged preaching on applied management principles, the way to execute the work (which always wrong and many times utter blunter…), his opinion about the situation, setting some priorities…. And many many sa-re-ga-ma-pa…………’s.
Having the special ability to eat the employee by tickling them….
Takes the whole credit for work, through checks to his pocket, and for his subordinates some plain praises, some assurances….and at last a reminder for same or better effort next time…..
If some defects or blames comes, from client or top management, he will waste no time to divert the mail and call to respective member…. And some finishing touch from his side too…. Some more scolding…..
Instruct his subordinates to come and work on weekends, and he will show his face, and vanish to weekend enjoyment with wife or girl friend….
Enough….I have plenty of sentences to stick on the page…. But these are prioritized criteria, that I think need to be highlighted, if you have your own priority you can follow that…….……..
If any person processes any of these criteria …. They are managers…..even if they don’t have a formal position………

That’s all…

A question always hanging above my brain is “why managers are like this….?!” I can’t say they are bad, or wicked….their work is to get the job done…. But why they are so blank when coming to their subordinates….

As one of my manager said (in an entirely different occasion…)…..

“As you saw, so you reap”

...Pink-slipped...............

2008-09-16T23:07:00.000+05:30

“…Tringggggggggggggggggggggggg……………………”

Alarm rang……….. Pappu still in the mood to continue his royal sleep……..
At that very moment the thought triggered his heart… “Hey, today is the date to make final delivery of project…!”
But Pappu cannot make his mind out from sleepy mood……. Last night he was on the pub, weekend gathering with friends…….. And came back at…, hmmmm…, Pappu not at all sure about the time… Even he doesn’t have idea how he reached room from dance floor……..

This is a small paragraph from hi-fi life style of Mr. Pappu, an IT employee from a highly reputed top MNC (name of the company is left to reader’s imagination)…

He never cared expenses….he threw money on his girl friends…which went on changing like Indian cricket team coach……… If on Monday Mona…Tuesday Teena… Wednesday Veena...like that list continued…
But Pappu was very much particular about their enjoyment…
Pappu’s adventure with penny never stopped with girls alone…., he invested money in beverage shops, shopping malls, pubs, expensive star hotels…

Daily, after finishing office, directly took his luxurious car to bars… some 6-5k rupees he will smash there…
Gucci specs of 14k,…. Nike shoes of 8k…. (have many pairs, of Reebok, Woodland…etc… etc,…because he don’t like to get addicted to any particular brand,….the one thing I liked very much in Pappu…. Really nice guy right….!), Tissot watches of10k… how one can blame him…. After all, Great MNC is pouring money to his account every month……….
Also, he was holder of many-many credit cards… being an IT employee….that was a matter of status-quo… and competed with himself to use each… Now he almost living like US ….never caring about money… after all for what purpose then these bloody cards are introduced…

This explains very few things about Great Pappu.

Recently, Pappu noticed, that, news channels, newspapers telling something about recession… “What is that???” when recession took away sleep of many It guys…

That morning also Pappu noticed head-lines on the news paper which read something like bankruptcy, recession, IT…etc...etc…why he should bother this… he is getting money…he is living…that’s it………

After reaching office, Pappu noticed a strange behavior from office, but he didn’t care that… he continued his work…
Sometime later, manager called him for meeting…. Began conversation… something like this “you may be aware about the global slow down and recession, our client is on the mood to withdraw contract which we supposed to continue this financial year also… but the story is not like that now…..and am suggesting you to look a good job out side…..” , Enough……!!…….. Pappu’s turned white……… he blinked helplessly….
After that manager said many things… but all words took route away from his ears… a strange state of mind….

He went out from office…. Looked to blue sky……,

Yes, Pappu got pink slip from company………….

.............9/11.................

2008-09-11T13:08:00.000+05:30

….. Many people are running….and on background a dense smoke… Pappu (whose identity won’t be revealed, as he don’t like to live in Guantanamo Bay…) couldn’t make out the thing…what is happening…actually that was the time for news 7.00 am, for some 15 minutes he watched the show without having any idea about…. What was really going on…. Few seconds went like that…then came a small comment on top of my television screen…

“TERRORIST ATTACK ON AMERICA”…..!!

Pappu paused…….., some thing went inside his heart and many thing ran on his brain… Pappu was sure, till the morning, before he switched on the TV.., that America is America… The Almighty America… Americans can bomb on any place they want…they can invade any nation… can capture resource of any country…, on…on…and so on…
Now…some few people came…, hijacked airplanes and penetrated through two buildings of World Trade Centre…. Like a cakewalk….

Is that same America…Almighty America…, he wondered and freezed like Statue of Liberty…instead of torch he held remote controller of TV…

Next day he seen many Big-bolded red, black…and many more colored letters in the front page of almost all news papers…some produced it as shocking news…some as thrilling news…some as astonishing news….
And invented a new code 9/11… (It almost emerged as a brand name now, again thanks to media…)… and Pappu noticed one more thing,…Bush’s celebrated announcement for “War against Terror…”
This almost sounded like Crusade, which happened centuries ago…

Which made no sense to Pappu at that time,… who were these terrorists…a country…a group…a category….from where America will dig them out…many-many questions aroused inside his small brain….

After that he seen many dramatic scenes… like – Mr. Bush visiting all his allies, telling them to support him for all his barbarism against terrorism… invading some countries, bombing here and there…killing innocent people…, conquering some country and taking Ruler of that nation to custody…

No body asked the authenticity of these barbaric actions… so did Pappu…how he can…??, when president of that nation says he seen God in his dream, and told him to spread justice over the world…through democracy…, who have enough guts to confront this Great-Apostle… even Pope might have shivered…

Anyway, by this way Pappu seen many tears from Mothers who lost their kids… Kids who lost their beloved parents… brothers…who are crying holding their brothers or sisters’ dead bodies… some lost souls looking to the empty sky with nothing on their mind other than grief, sorrow, and blank future… with one hand, two hand and no leg…or only legs…or only hands…(thanks to military mightiness of Big brothers…)
Many times Pappu asked to himself….
“there is nobody to stop these ……?”
everywhere he still seeing, some bombed houses, bull doused buildings, and burning human bodies…
For the life of 3000 people, about lakhs plus innocent people already paid there life…, and paying……
And still Uncle Sam is openly challenging nations… and capturing the power…
Still Pappu have that doubt…… after 7 years also…

“How they will capture the real terrorists….”

BIG-BANGING AND FEW WORRIES.........

2008-09-10T08:14:00.001+05:30

.... "Whether today world will end dad...??" asked little Tommy to his well-educated dad......... He almost shocked........he thought...whether third world war started... this bloody americans........or, may be some asteroids might have changed its direction and will be in mood to hit our beloved planet.......
but he put all his doubts to a corner..and with a artificial smile attached on his face asked...
"what happened tommy..why it is like that...?"
He can see the entire programme, last night different science channels and news channels competed to telecast, on his 10yr old sons' innocent face......

Almost similar expressions...feelings...worries....and experiences triggered...or triggering through millions...perhaps billions of hearts..(i dont think these much population have the latest scintific updates..still we can assume.....)

Yes....the most worried, latest scientific happening is some thing like this....

"About 5000 scientists, engineers, technicians worked to clear all doubts related to Bing-bang theory of origin of universe, black holes, ...etc...etc...many more hard to digest things...., by colliding sub-atomic particles with speed of light, within The Large Hadron Collider (LHC) (is the world's largest particle accelerator complex)."

...as usual some came in support...some came in protest..some came in merry...some came in worry... and media...as it always do...celebrating the scene...

..but doubt of Mr. Chacko, an unemployed youth, is obvious...
"why this damn scientists making mess of our life,earth...live and let live... if they want to collide sub-atomic particles...or atomic particles...or atomic bomb itself, whynot they are going to moon or mars...."

A typical answer from very innocent soul........

Am also finding difficulty to blame Mr. Chacko......

Emptiness of a youth.......

2008-09-05T11:56:00.000+05:30

“Life came to a different turn now………
Same emptiness, but with a new feeling………
I don’t know what is happening to me……….I lost control on my emotions…
Living like soul is already dead…..
Loneliness….everywhere I can see that………
Early morning...getting-up….doing prayer…...coming to office…………….
Doing some boring routine works……….
In between, some…blaming………from managers……..from parents……….
Uffffff……..
Really…I don’t like to live now………but I fear very much about life after death… so I can’t end my life also……….
Why……..why life is became like this………..”
These are thoughts that gave some big, paining strokes to heart of Mr. Hussain, blinking before the desktop in his office…………..

Hussain, is the sole son to their parents … He is from a remote village, and did his studies in Govt. schools and colleges (known for its poor faculties and facilities). Instead of all that, he fought to all situations and emerged as a rank holder in Bachelors in Engineering.
At that time he thought he was the winner…..a real hero………..
But he forgot something, while working hard to get good academic scores….

That something is burning him now……… and making him real looser…

He almost avoided all family gatherings, contact with friends…….and he almost became a one man army…….. And lived his own way……..
And above all …he forgot his youth itself………
And these are those “something” Hussain never minded in past…
At that time it was okay……..

Now he became an engineer, a youth…, independent person…living away from parents…

He never thought life will take a 180 degree turn…and make him feel like this…
Before, he dreamed a lot…….getting a good carrier……. Fine salary…. Nice friends……. But he never thought the attitudes and behavior he carved in his teen age will lead him in rest of life… and form a big question mark before him...
Now he is in living in a prison…a prison, which he himself made by his own wrong thought and belief……
And today he is a robot which executes the commands from peers and parents……
He has some endless questions… but not a single answer…….
He knew many around him also don’t have any answers…but they are living without wasting time in these types of useless questions…, as they think……….
Questions are still making him restless…..but he has to complete that day’s job…
So he tried to be busy with work as he always does…….
One nore sleeples night of Hussain passed............

BITTER LESSON………

2008-09-03T15:54:00.001+05:30

…………“and your billing date is 3rd of every month…”
The sound from phone penetrated through my ear, to auditory system, and in brain that caused a strange electric signal. And that made the heart to beat like anything…I don’t know how the body interpreted this message…, but my brain tells am no more in safe zone….

The sentence which I heard is from a long conversation I had with HSBC customer care person…

Now am almost in a condition, where I never dreamed to reach… to become bankrupted…thanks to my “never learning from past experience” attitude…
This pathetic climax is from a story which started at the very point when doctor prescribed me a spectacle for short sight....
After few months, I had revelation; to buy a new spectacles… yes…this is the starting point of all my worries…..

With this wish on my heart, I wandered on the crowded street of Jayanagar, with a light sprinkle on background. As the Bangalore is known for her infinite number of parallel roads, junctions, Circles, ring roads, outer ring roads….etc…etc…Jayanagar also is not an exception.
So I traveled same roads at least thrice…( my navigation quotient is very high…what can I do…) with a word on my lips GUCCI-spectacles…
“No…No…. I can show other good brands…” this was the reply I got from almost all shops,….but I was very much particular about that…some sales men even asked me what is there in GUCCI… But I avoided such questions…because generally I don’t like to answer the questions, whose answer really I don’t knew…

So… search continued…

Entered to shop… asking about spectacles…different models…they showed … with a smile, I would say… “sorry yaar…I will come later…”. Scenes repeated,… hour needle of clock passed same point thrice at least….

At last I reached a shop, where I selected one…. Total price was high… but I was very much confident about the medical reimbursement policy of My Company…
I purchased with credit card of HSBC... I thought I can pay with reimbursed money…

Next day…on office, I heard that bitter truth…, company will pay only 1800 rupees……
Ufffffffffff……… gone….am out of business…………..out of life, …
Out of everything………
A strange condition I felt at that point of time…, and left me shocked of voltage not less than 11kv
But hope is still there……..
“Billing date..!!!”
Made a call to customer care office…got answer which made me mad………..
………. That day itself was the billing date (3rd of september…..)

(actually I thought that billing date is 18th of every month, and if am purchasing anything shortly after this date, will get 52 or near to that,days for payment, and I made purchase on 1st)…

Now am in great, unavoidable, painful, pathetic, indefinable situation…I want money to pay the bill……….………. And now am doing the worse thing which I ever hated to do …borrowing………….!

I learned a very great lesson… “never decide anything until you have clear idea about what you are doing, why you are doing and what will happen if you do that…”.

Am going to arrange some money for my cash pay… pray for me….

To give something inside my brain….

...BIO-FUEL DILEMMA...

2008-08-26T12:15:00.000+05:30

...Bio-fuels...a very green form of fuel methodology to satisfy ever-increasing fuel thirst of this age..
Idea is perfect...product is magnificient...but whether it is practical with current scenario... ??
I dont think that answer can be anything which resembles "yes"...
When US like wealthy countries turned their crop fields to pour bio-fuels, the rest of world which included starving Africa and highly-populated Asia to a state of upset...
So a question which almost looks like this arises with obvious doubts...

"Which disaster will you choose ... global warming...or, food crisis........".

...DISH MUSH..............

2008-08-26T12:13:00.000+05:30

Now it is pack-up time for Mr.Musharraf...

He played much, with Judiciary,..with poliltics...hmmm...yess...with military too..his lethal weapon,...
But, after Pakisthan's general election, the situation turned to something like, to a new world,exactly what happened to Nepal's King, where he found a little place to fit his "big chair"...and when a word popped out to Pak's ruling coalitions mind, which sounded something like "Impeachment", kept no choice, but to quit all the fun he enjyed since the minute before..

In effect, Mr. Bush lost his great friend in South Asia..

...SINGH IS KING...............

2008-08-26T12:00:00.000+05:30

...SADDAM HUSSAIN..

2008-08-26T11:55:00.000+05:30

A GREAT LEADER FROM COMMUNISTS....

2008-08-26T11:50:00.000+05:30

Started political carrier as a follower of Bhagat Singh, and ended-up as a veteran communist leader. He was very open minded. And represented a very intelligent, modest, brilliant, couragious leadership, not only for communist party, but to the entire India....

THE COPS....

2008-08-16T23:24:00.000+05:30

He stopped me right in the middle of road…and took the key from my bike….. I felt very much angry as well as feared…. This is not a thief…or robber….or someone like that…. But someone who is all these, still enjoys every benefit of our government… but a government employee who is kept to save people an d society…

It is traffic cop….of our Great India … !!!

Why exclamations…that too,… three….???
You may be burning brain …

Me too thought, WHY…..??

I will tell that on climax…anyway it is better to explode such exclusive, thrilling, suspense at the end of a story as our movies and TV serials are doing for centuries…

Now am in front of great cop… helpless…motionless…speechless…also, hopeless…
(Those, driving in Bangalore better knows this pose…as, at some point of time they also might have tried this….)
In fraction of seconds he managed to have my license also… quick action….!!! As they say…(I heard…police training is very very stringent…now I got chance to feel also…)

This cold blooded situation happened when I tried,…with very much care and great amount of smartness, to take a right turn on a busy-heavy rush traffic…
The traffic police man stopped me and asked, “have you not seen the red light on traffic signal…???” That is the first time I realized that, there is a traffic signal hiding behind tree leaves, and I painfully realized that, it is now showing, pure RED signal….

So,…

Gone….!!!, even someone from heavens also cannot help me..

He said 200 rupees, with a pen, half touched on fine receipt book…., a bulb brilliantly sparked inside my empty brain… hey…so …this is that type of cop….!!
Don’t ask me what type of….

I went with a bargaining mode.. Anyway I will loose money…so let us minimize the blow…
I said with greatest amount of politeness to the traffic police system of whole nation…
“I have only 80 rupees with me…”, he said, “200 rupees, otherwise I will write fine bill…” I said,….asked,…..questioned…..justified…. at last…..you know….. Begged….!!

He checked pocket… He realized that there is no chance of getting much more …so he took 80 rupees, and that money went to his pocket rather than going to government….….
I got my license and key back… started the bike….
By that time I almost got the answer to the question which was very much relevant at that day (august 15th, 61st indepeneceday) …

“WHY INDIA IS STILL TRAPPED UNDER THE TAG OF DEVELOPING COUNTRY….???”

This is the climax what I wrote right at the beginning,… but I don’t think this question should be the climax…,
But Answer to this question (through action) is the right climax for our nation’s bright future….

THE CAB DRIVER.......

2008-08-14T17:05:00.000+05:30

.....Bhoooommmmm..........., yessss...he made it.....!!!!

that is the sound we can hear from inside the cab, when driver(our todays' subject...)manages to put the cab to a perfect gutter...(and there is plenty of such and even bigger-wonderful-beautyful gutters through-out Hosur Road, thanks to repective authorities...)

And he is very happy..., why he should not .. after all,..he not missed a single gutter.... each and everyone he picked...if those are not coming in straight line...he will make zig-zag movement...and will pick that...

very much talented...!!!

His adventure is not ending here,...or anywhere.....,it is spreading like our Great Indian ocean....

...he will start cab...with many special effects.... and,... will switch on music...

uffffffff........ that is the next very much entertaining event he offers to the poor employees, who, were at that time, would be in, somewhat reliefed condition by ending that days bread-winning game,....and music will be............ULTRA BORING..........with ULTRA sound effects and full volume....

Giving horn..here, there....everywhere....for needed or not needed....
Scolding every vehicle drivers, for not giving him way to move his royal sumo....

..when he comes across a hump or chain of humps..(as we can see before silkboard fly-over...)
...oh God............you might have heard a phrase..."Bent it like Beckam..." like the same.... "fly over hump like Mr. this Cab driver..."... everyone inside the cab will agree his greatness atleast at this point of time...

lot more are there...like chasing giant trucks...crossing between two parellel roads with a typical artistic touch... moving the employees from his cab to other on the mid-way... without any reason... giving gally to poor pedestrians who are walking on footpath..

....But one thing is sure... if he is the driver of ur cab, u will reach any place at the correct time....(even to heavens...)

...so next time, if u get SMS from transport desk with Cab number....., sorry..i cant give the number..i think u also have to enjoy this...,

...In Life, we should experience some Adventours,...look at this Gentleman..how many he takes .. gives... makes others to feel..,

...BEST OF LUCK...., NEXT MAY BE YOUR TURN.....

My new Room-mates...

2008-08-13T16:06:00.000+05:30

.... A big noise....yes...that is what i heard on very (not so much) fine wednesdy morning...,
me, still on bed with very very lazy mood even after 9.00am...

this is not a very rare phenomenon in the new room. I came to this new room with very much expectation... now...what to tell earth is round...problem is everywhere... but the difference is charecters will be different, problem will be different...and above all,... background music will be always different... And now am hearing a music which is almost like..."no water....hey...Sadiq you managed bathing and all sort of stuff inside toilet with half bucket of water...!!!",one of my room mate.. enquiring with great amount of anxiety ..

Oh God....no water...!!! this is the background sound played on my mind at that time....

So that means..., I have to take a bucket tied with a rope......go to ground floor, do all sort of circus...and manage to have water for the purpose like...tooth breshing to clean plates after eating breakfast...every other things like bathing,...etc. are meant and included..

and i began to give a flash back to my old memories...with old room mates...in previous 2BHK venture... with old back ground screamings... (not even music...)!!

Every morning i used to wake up by seeing briefs or socks or some sort of things which we wont see in public places.. on chair....or desktop monitor... on some very interesting poses... and the author of this great scene will be on bed... with full suit...company tag...bag...everything... But there...we can live...but dont mind others...thats it...

But regarding my new room mates... they all are very perfect...very smart... very much concerned about their life... But...when putting together to make one group to live on a 3 BHK building...it is as BIG FLOP as Mr. Bush's war against terror...

We have a cook...he will cook according to his choice... his taste...when he finds time...
A cleaning lady...willl come...clean... wherer she thinks she should clean... Billing person...who...if we ask about details thinks.... got insulted... and neighbours...who...if happened to hear or see any Help screaming from our room... am damn sure...they will close the door...or put something to their ear to avoid the sound...

So that was the past.... that is the present... and God knows what is the future...!!!

So in nut-shell....

My new room mates are completely awesome... with each one a complete Encyclopedia,.. with different attittude...

LESSON.....TOO MANY COOKS SPOILS THE DISH...AND IF THEY ARE TOO SMART..., GOD....!!!
THOSE EATING THAT, EXPECT A QIUCK TRIP TO HEAVEN OR HELL...

A fine cricket match which taught me so much lessons....

2008-08-12T20:34:00.000+05:30

....as scheduled, 10 over cricket tournament was arranged under our company banner, on a very cool police station field... But the problem was, even after my keen interest in games, my self seldom find any chance to show my sports skills... (so much the confidence they have in me....).

Any way i got a break when one of my friend's colleague agreed to put him on his team because of shortage of members in his team..(not to be misleaded...not because of my EXTRA EXCELLENCE....

So am waiting for my ever first cricket game after 3 years...(uff..sorry, once we tried to play in some remote farm-field...but as soon as me startd bowling... some people came and made some problem...so i have to leave my dream there itself.... really bad right....!!!!!!!).. Match is on Saturday 2.30pm... I spared my busy schedule (which is tightened by TV watching, computer gaming, eating,..simply sittingnad ofcourse..sleeping alot...) to play this great match...

Got up at 9am... announced each and every roommate..that am going to play in this afternoon... waited for that important, historical moment... 3...2...1.......shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooo........................
SMS from tournament organiser, one of my best friend, that...we got walk over as other team was abscent..
so...so... again i missed .. yaa.......God is not in mood to give me a chance to play... this time also God won and me....pathetically failed...

Next match is on next week on sunday... So again I was waiting for that day...

at morning 9 am the match arranged... 8am i woke-up... 8.30am am on friends flat to pick him for the match..
at sharpest 9am am on cricket field...with greatest punctuality i ever shown anywhere at anytime, with very much discipline and modest dress code......

My team came... they looked more like my enemy team than mine... they discussed stratergy.. with me some 10 feet away..not knowing what to do...whether am with them or not... so we palyed with 10+1 men..(11 members permitted in each team.)with that seperate 1 ...me....

we played...we bowled...we batted...we struggled...we won.... but me, never touched ball with hand or bat, they never gave me bat itself......

God is again great... He won...!!!!!!!

so...a basic question lies on my empty head now also....whether i cant play any game anymore....sorry..........
He wont allow me to play any game....please God...............................

A BRIEF LESSON FROM "BRIEF PURCHASE"

2008-08-10T12:23:00.001+05:30

.........it was a fine...somewhat moody Saturday evening... we decided to have window shopping odyssey, as we always do, if we came across a perfect boring weekend evening....

So,... in effect we are on Jyayanagar 4th block footpath...with eyes on ...,you know...,beautiful chicks... But the worst part of the story is..., after serial bomb blasts and some here-there bomb murmurings....took entire banglorians to some sort of nightmare...

So... Jayanagar footpaths, which used to be over flooded with beautiful galz and their praisers... their appreciators..., now looks almost like a typical Iraqi market street after Bush's Great venture for humanity.

The target; briefs for me and friend... position; in front of a shop... We intruded inside. Made purchase. Salesman was more concerned about colour...but we, as all customers of Information age do, went behind price... within fraction of seconds we selected two for each... with two different sizes...
But the suspense lies in the price tag of two...
...that is, price of larger size is small compared to smaller one... and i almost fought with salesman....the owner... But at last I came to know the very very basic rule behind Business world....

"...SIZE NEVER MATTERS, BUT LOOK FOR DATE,.... BELIEVE ME.... EVEN FOR BRIEFS, ITS MATTER MUCH.....!!!!!!!"

INTRODUCTION...

2008-08-08T21:54:00.000+05:30

..Mujeeb...my name....

am new to this blog business.... now also i dont have a clear idea "how a blog should look like...",
so, there is a chance to find many, many errors.... spelling-wise, grammatic wise, usage-wise.... so, am expecting ur kind cooperation...

I think, it will be somewhat great, if it is given a brief explanation about myself... So,..
Am Abdul Mujeeb M.S., dont have any clear idea about the future... but God is there right... I dont expect bitter response from His side like what Mr. Musharraf, President of Pakisthan, facing now...a great, yummy IMPEACHMENT possibilty...... sounds horrible right...!!!!!!!!!

As our Great Leader, Mr. Bush, grouping all the world to a common enemy of humanity, TERRORISM (let this sentence be pronounced with typical style Mr. Bush using ), I dont have a solid agenda like that...
I want to live a simple life as Mahathma Gandhi did....(but not that ahimsa...khadi and all...)..

So...me, Mujeeb... very much humbly announces.... launched my blog...like what America did decades ago with a leap to moon...

.........so lets begin our relationship.... criticism are very much expected........