A Quote for life!


“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly.
Specialization is for Insects


Robert A Heinlein
(American science-fiction writer,1907-1988)

Monday, May 24, 2010

The week that was!

It is more like a weekly post these days and I don’t like this much! Can someone tell me or suggest me a name for my weekly posts?

This week was no good and the weekend was worse! Office is not growing to be a good place to be – unlike the first few months here. The work pressure is increasing and I am complaining. I know pressure would increase for sure, but I am finding myself in trying conditions after a long time. The pressure is so high in office these days that I hardly find time to have dinner – and that has been going on for weeks and months! The health condition is not something I can boast upon. Even on weekends, I have to work at times; and thanks to some process requirements, I need to work on Sundays too now, sadly, but surely! Today, after food when I did not find myself in talkable condition, I thought of sleeping and then I remember, just in the brink of time, that I have to WORK! So, I switched on the PC and finished 30 mins official work that took almost an hour to complete. The same I did yesterday night too! I am willing to see now how much I get to go through and how much can withstand. I was watching Rocket Singh today and it talked about me, in more than one way. When I get bugged up in office with work, I remember my teacher in PG who taught me math, tolerance and tyranny. Pathetic!

The more pathetic thing that happened this week, was this unfortunate plane crash in Mangalore Airport. An Indian Airlines plane coming from Dubai jumped into a valley from the runway after landing in Mangalore airport and 158 people died on the spot. Horrible, sad and horrid experience for all involved in that! God bless the souls and may they rest in peace…

‘When I get older, I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom,
Just like a waving flag
And then it goes back!’

Heard these lines? Well, these are the initial lines of the Fifa World Cup 2010 official theme song. I just loved this. When I heard it for the first time, I thought some Indian has made that – but no, someone else from some other place composed it. I’m listening to this for a few times in succession now and I feel like making it my caller tune… will think about it. You enjoy the song here below:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsN6mbYJGGM

Ooooooh Wooooooh
Give me freedom, give me fire, give me reason, take me higher
See the champions, take the field now, you define us, make us feel proud
In the streets are, exaliftin , as we lose our inhibition,
Celebration it’s around us, every nations, all around us

Singin’ forever young, singin’ songs underneath the sun
Lets rejoice in the beautifull game.
And together at the end of the day.

WE ALL SAY

When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom Just like a wavin’ flag
And then it goes back
And then it goes back
And then it goes back (x2)

Oooooooooooooh woooooooooohh hohoho

Give you freedom, give you fire, give you reason, take you higher
See the champions, take the field now, you define us, make us feel proud
In the streets are, exaliftin, as we lose our inhibition,
Celebration, it’s around us, every nations, all around us

Singin’ forever young, singin’ songs underneath the sun
Lets rejoice in the beautifull game.
And together at the end of the day.

WE ALL SAY

When I get older, I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom
Just like a wavin’ flag

And then it goes back
And then it goes back
And then it goes back (x4)

Wooooooooo Ohohohoooooooo ! OOOoooooh Wooooooooo
And we are all singin’ it

And until next time, keep fingers crossed and keep smiling! And don’t forget to pray – for you, for me, for all; and if you still find some time left, pray for my ventures and wish they succeed… love you all…. Keep the faith high – just like a waving flag!

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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Its noon!

Its noon and the Sun is at its full blaze. Its hot outside and the weather is dry. Not a drop would fall from anywhere near. Times are not good – neither are the winds. They carry summer seeds with them and not rain. There used to be breeze in Bangalore and when I set my foot on this land, it used to be good to me – I mean, great to me! Now, it is not. It is acting like a surrogate mother – took care of me when my days were young here and when I started knowing the gallis and roads of Bangalore, it just left me on my own. The Sun used not to sear that bright. The Sun used to play with me – hide and seek – along with the clouds in my early days in Bangalore; unlike this Sun, which is burning above my head today.

Its noon and almost half way through my life, I guess. Its noon of my life too! Prem says, “Don’t look back.” I don’t much; but at times, I have to. The last 3 decades (almost) were past just like that (JLT) without any fruitful venture. Could not grow up to be a good son or a good husband! I was always the ‘other’ type of a son, a friend, a husband and probably the ‘other’ type of a man too.

I was on my own for long 8 years, when I ‘grew’ up! Before that, for first 14 years of my life I was living on my mother – without her support, I could not eat, take bath, study and even she made me join my colony’s cricket team. Then for 8 years, I was alone – self brought up. I did not do much well then, I guess. Because, in the following (and last) 4 years, I lived on my wife – without her, I could not eat, take bath, study and even she made me join Piano Classes.

And in return, I gave my mother tears, fears and sarcastic leers from all she knows for the rest of her life. She cannot come to me and stay here, which she wants to; but, stay back in Agartala and keep crying – may be waiting for something to happen – something which we do not know, but we are all waiting for. I left her in this age, when she would not move an inch without aid.

And to my wife – I gave nothing! She just went out to search for a job in the scorching sun. How hot it is outside! And she went alone. I could not even take her to the bus stand. She will be travelling in bus!! I'm not a husband she can be proud of. I can’t earn enough. Not a very successful person. When I moved to the new role, I asked her to leave her job. I thought it would bring us some fortune and we would manage. She did leave – and waited all this long for me – I could do nothing! So, she is out in the sun again – the scorching sun – and my little doll with tiny hands and legs is travelling through length and breadth of Bangalore in search of a job – an extra provide which I was supposed to bring home. She is in bus and her head spins and she feels like puking when she boards a bus. Still she’s there, in look out for a job.

My best friends say I criticize myself. It is not criticism. Neither this is something I am telling out of nothing. It is just that I am not doing things that I can, or rather things that I should do. And with each passing moment, I can feel it more intrinsically that I have not triumphed my triviality as it. That – hurts!

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