Two birds and a stone

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The Blueline buses are creating a huge menace in Delhi and have already claimed 103 lives so far. Thats still 3 more than the casualty list of our workplace after consuming the food served by our cafetaria.
I think this is a good opportunity to convert a problem into an advantage. I say, why not have the Blueline bus become the Samjhauta bus between India & Pakistan. That way, we have still achieved a diplomatic coup and still have our bus - ferrying Pakistanis though. Wot say?

Alvida

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My time is not my own. Nor is yours yours to belong.

Fact of Matter

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The past is a recycle bin whichever way you think of it. Whatever lessons we had to learn from the past, whatever experiences we had to go thru, its all in the present - in us - in our evolved beings. So junk the past. A positive everyday vision of the future is the biggest high one can get.

Confessions of a compulsive gizmo freak

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I have a confession to make. Always been fascinated by gadgets - especially those economically cheapers ones which still score high on technology. You will get a lot of those in Delhi - my home for the last 6 months. The fascination stems from the fact that these things are so "cheap" its almost like cocking a snook at the Apples and Sonys of the world - "Hey bozos, we do it too and do it cheaper!"

But anyway recently at Dubai, I felt the shopper's itch to buy something from "Duty Free". I was stuck between a Merlin 60 GB MP4 (which actually syncs with TV and records TV programs even as they play back + FM radio + does everything that an Apple Ipod does!!) & a 80 GB Apple Ipod. About an hour of deliberation and no small amount of hardsell from the sales guys (don't understand why since both were priced the same), Apple won me over. I had my reservations even as I got onto the flight and was practically ruing my decision the next morning. Things got worse when I was not able to transfer my CDs/DVDs onto my Ipod. The only thing that worked was the music. Movie downloads from Itunes cost about INR 240 which is still 10 times higher than a rental on a projector screen and way too high for a 3 inch screen. Then one fine evening, I decided to junk up the net for everything that I could find for converting video to Ipod. Hallelujah!! Here I am with my findings:
- Video CD to Ipod - "Check",
- DVD to Ipod - "Check",
- YouTube to Ipod - "Check" (I know I know...it allows you to download from YouTube and then convert),
- Google Video to Ipod - "Check",
cheap 7+1 Delhi Street DVDs to Ipod - "Check" !!!

Dude, that was way too cool. How funny it is when you are running up against a technological wall and then when the answers hit you the next day, you feel on freaking top of the world. Hey man, the Ipod is cool. It rulez!! I would recommend the Koyote Ipod Video Converter and the Videora Ipod Video Converter to all my Ipod junkie friends. Its freeware on the net.

Whenever I think of an alternate life and a different field of work, I go back in history (mine) to that one impressionable instant at 16 years of age where I decided to take up the study of commerce and economics over the lure of the more lucrative options and then go "Oh heck!!" Technology does it for me. Its an everyday challenge to solve this conundrum but hey, I am game.

Sunlight Copper Dreams

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Swift are the wings, flying so high...... ;
Swift are the feet, today they touch the sky!!Swift are our dreams, just so many moments flying by;
Swift is our Life, poof....and its time to die!!!

Adios Bangalore Hola New Delhi

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Well.well...well! Been meaning to post this for quite a while now!! Anyway just to rethread the whole scene, I left Bangalore in mid April and shifted to Gurgaon. Invited a few close friends for my farewell scene.


You can catch more snaps of that event on this link of flickr. Of course the most endearing and ubiquitous symbol of Gurgaon would be the cycle rickshaw. Unfortunately the snap of the cycle rickshaw cannot be uploaded. So I have to desist.
Learned that the car that I crave is on two months waiting and Hero Honda is still the old trustworthy pal who unfailingly accompanies me to office. Ciao for now!!

The writing on THE WALL

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Call 1 - "Hey, didja watch the match?""Yea.. S Africa are a great team!" Call 2 - "Hey, what about the match? How was it?" "Cool, man, Hayden is GOD!" There you have it. Every friend, acquaintance, colleague, passer-by that you want to chitchat cricket with seems to have forgotten India's exit from the World Cup. After all, why remember 2 sleepless nights when there are better things in life to rejoice about. Its almost a rerun of last week when India lost to Bangladesh. When I called up people the next day, they were all asleep. I could guess the agony and the frustration through the night they must have gone through before relaxing in deep slumber now. Somehow cricket brings out the worst face of people too. Just place the mild mannered doctor next door or probably the local milkman in front of a television set during a cricket match involving India and you might probably learn a thing or too in the choiciest vocabulary about bad language and the Indian cricket team. It definitely introduces a sense of unity in the watchers in terms of the emotions that they go through. The funny thing for me was the reaction of people after the Ind-B'desh match. Call 1 - "Hey g'morning, woken up at last!! How did u find the match?" "Great..it was pretty close!""Close? What r u tlking abt? Maan...B'desh won comfortably, right?" "Wot? B'desh? Ireland won against Pakistan!! Thats what I am interested in!!" Cool!! Nobody was interested in talking about India's loss. They had had it in one night. The Pakistan loss was a small consolation. Anyway, thats life!

Just imagine the frenzy that would have been created had Sachin Tendulkar scored the fastest century in the world cup against S Africa!! M Hayden goes about his job as a regular bloke. Now we know the issue. Its extremeties at play that has the Indian effort undone. Which also brings us to the biggest question of the decade.

Whatever has happened to Sachin Tendulkar?

The power to experience and believe

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Its been some time now since it happened. But the sense of nostalgic deja vu that I experienced at that moment has still not left me. Obviously she had struggled a lot to get there. Fighting a despairing loss of self confidence, tremendous family pressure to get married, loss of peer confidence, emotional depression... et al, in short - against all wretched odds. One week before the exams were due to begin, she called me to express her fear at losing out again. Mentioned her total lack of preparation and loss of initiative to get going in life. What was more painful than the admission was that this came from a headstrong girl believed to have a strong character - but then again that was before the rigmarole of the CA exams began. Worse was to follow - just on the penultimate day before the exams were to start - she called me again and broke down lamenting her fate. She did not want to visit the exam center. She was worried about the exams and the invariable depressing results that will follow.
Also I was the only one she could turn to. Obviously parents get tensed up and may not react the way you want them to. So in typical characteristic style, I told her not to lose heart and to consider each day as a new start to life and to begin each moment anew. Words were the only thing I had to offer..not even a crying shoulder, she being in Bombay & I in Bangalore. Anyway, the exams came and went and Priya was totally tightlipped about how she fared. The night before D day, I got a SMS giving her roll number. She wanted me to check her results out on the net. She was too tensed up to try it out herself. She of course had not told Amma & Appa about the results. The tension gripped me too. I was also involved in this. When I checked out the results not in the least expecting her to pass and thinking of the appropriate words to offer on how to cope with failure, reality hit me. Priya had become a CA! I called her up and after several frustrating rings, she took the call with a tense voice. 'What's it?' Hey Priya, have you heard the news?''No..what's it?' A deliberate pause from my side. The pressure on the other end was almost ethereal. 'Priya...brace yourself now...congrats first...you are a CA'. An incredulous 'What? Are you sure (started choking)'. 'Yeah..yeah..its all here in front of me ...unless you have changed your name for the exams (my lame attempt at humour to appear cool & unaffected)'. And then she broke down. I promised to call her later. After half an hour, she was still crying. After 2 hours, she had still not recovered. Funny thing is I kept on calling her knowing exactly what she would be going through. The emotions were so palpable. What does it feel like to know you have come through against the toughest odds? What does it feel like when all the demons in your life seem to vanish in one magic moment? How does it feel to know that you have recovered, restored, regained Life and the zest for it. In the evening, she was still dazed.."Unbelievable, J...I still cannot believe it". I kept on calling her out of my own selfish motive to partake of the ecstasy that had engulfed her. That was it. I was proud of my sister.
Now coming back to the nub, in continuing with the message of the earlier post, language again bows down against Life and its flow. Otherwise how could you justify a single word called 'Ecstasy' for such a range of emotions and expect schoolkids to understand it. Experience it. You will then believe!!