Memories

well i feel a little like the essay writing assignment or the compositions we used to have in school...but then its really very fulfilling to do this...first i thot of a title "My Native" then "My Home"....but then i felt that memories are better...

the place i belong to is really the most beautiful and the number one in any list of places to be visited for me as it has my home...the only place were i can be just myself...the memories of me giving the first performance in school still remain vaguely as i was not given the prize...a stainless steel tumbler...when all my classmates were given and i wasnt...well it was not a mistake...its just they (my teachers) forgot...i cried so much that mom had to go meet my class teacher and get it...this was in LKG...(well wat memory i have...this is not something told by my mom, probably she would have forgotten it but then i remember...its fresh in my memory)

and then there was this lemon-in-the-spoon race...this took place the AVK club and i still remember taking the lemon on the spoon and running and it falling...again picking up and doing this multiple times...i dont remember whether i got a prize for it or not...but then me running with the spoon in my mouth is still there...

then there was this admission to 1st standard to a convent...it was considered very good and i wrote the entrance examination only to fail...i was a very good student in the KG classes...was the topper...but here i fail...well it dint hurt me then as it would have now...but dad was very particular in putting me there...so he went and met the principal and then a church father recommended that i take another test...i remember meeting the father as that was the first time i went to a church... and then got thru the second time...without losing a year ofcourse...it was a test only to me

then here i come...a new place and a very diverse set of ppl...there were hostelers from various places...and this dint affect me...or i dont remember anything happening to me then...but then my mom keeps saying that i felt it very alien...i was used to speaking Badaga (my mother tongue) and a little of Tamil...and English was like no conversational skills...(here comes my IT language...skills and skill sets)...so when i come back home...i keep asking mom that if our language is Badaga why r ppl at school asking me to speak something different?

and here started me becoming very average in studies...it was probably i was not able to cope up with the ICSE syllabus...so was getting very low grades...and the major reason was that though i knew the answers...i was very slow in writing...i remember once when my teacher (a sister, nun) told me that to write the test tomorrow before taking the sheet from me...i had just finished the fill-in-the blanks and match the following...well i took it happily and left for home...

dont remember wat happened in 2nd and 3rd standards...but usually remember the days before the vacations...we used to have both winter and summer vacations...they used to be like one month for winter and 2 months for summer...i used to wait for them eagerly

Roads

today i am in an activist's mood...

well laid roads are indication to good economic development...someone said this or something similar to this...

but our city road? they have wells...or atleast potholes as big....the RTO has a thousand rules and regulations while registering the vehicle and they take road taxes...now my question is where is all this going? i have a bike which i love riding but then taking it out on the road makes me feel as though i am hurting it rather than loving it

its HORRIBLE....

one day there is a good road...the next day come the corporation ppl...dig it to lay fresh drainage whatever or the ppl from the telephone department come to lay fresh cables...then wat happens they fill the hole with mud and go off...or else the road dept or watever the call it comes and lays patches...WE NEED COMPLETE ROADS....NOT PATCHES

there are again some parts where the upper layer or the last laid layer has gone and some parts where the layer previous to that has also (if you really like the thing you are riding then you wud know) ARE THE PPL RESPONSIBLE FLYING ARND THE CITY?

IF THERE IS A NEW TYPE OF TRANSPORT PLS...PLS DO LET US KNOW...

OOPS MY BACK...now the govt says they are putting in crores for road development...where is the money...

only thing is that the vehicles cant express...else a bike when you kick start it to leave to the office...it would throw you off like in one of those cow-boy movies where the wild horses jump really wild...

The Whole

i do read some spiritual material.....i am interested in them...probably its my curiosity to know the unknown...
so i came across somewhere that we are all a part of "GOD", "The One", "The Supreme Soul" or watever name ppl may call...and it also said that if anything is part of the whole then its the whole in itself...well thats interesting
this brought a new thinking in me...well if i am a part of the whole and a whole by myself then you too are right? everyone else is right? thats wat that article also meant
now when everything is the same...u and me are the same...then y is this difference...y do i think differently than you...y is that there is so much conflict...y shud i except you to understand my point of view...y dont i think that what you are thinking is a part of the whole and since i am also the part of the whole...is also my thought?
if everything is the whole then i and this computer are the same...i and the words that are on this page are the same...then everything is one and the same...now i am confused??? am i?
do i read a lot on spiritual? do i need to stop this thinking? but y?
when everything is the same why should i fear you who is the same as me...or is me...why should i think of not doing something that is considered by most of my other me's (you all's) as wrong or probably why should i think to do that in the first place...if you think of it as wrong then i should also think of it the same rite...but guys, if you can't take this...forget it as my title says it already...

Complication

well i keep thinking of it most of the time.....why do we all complicate so much in life....
when we talk to someone we complicate things....when we dont we do again when we mail someone we complicate things....when we dont we again there are more....and this itself would be a big complication ;)

now...when we start to think of this information technology with internet and mobile connectivity revolution as a boon....i cannot help but wondering is it really a boon...

though i am not very old....i still have some connection to the pre-internet era....or the email era when we used to keep in touch with frens who had gone far with a "inland" letter (i used to call it England letter ;)) and when they used to send a letter back or when they come for vacation it used to be so good that we would sit chatting arnd for a long time

but now with internet connectivity...u have long chats on mails...(here long doesnt mean the length of the mail but in Gmail terms...the conversations) it mite just have a "yes" or a "no" as replies....and again i dont know how many would agree...when i send a mail to a fren and he doesnt reply atleast for sometime...it makes me feel angry though he may be genuinely busy....i never felt this when i sent a inland letter...is it because the internet has made things fast that i am expecting a faster reply? i dont know...

this is just one thing that came to my mind....the same is true with cellphones...

well why should we bother? why do we think so much? is it because most of our work is getting automated that we have nothing useful to think and think abt things that are deteriorating to our self-esteem and to our relationships? well i dont know...

but all i know is that i would love to laze arnd thinking of nothing...just be me.... and look at the small things happening arnd me like the ant carrying something arnd...the bird chirping at a distance....the stars in the sky in the night....the speed of my bike when i ride it (but am not able to now...the roads here are horrible...i dont want to hurt him...probably this can be another topic some other time)

so at the end i say to myself....."dont complicate"

Bluffmaster

the theme of the movie goes arnd enjoying like right here right now....atleast thats wat i got outta it. it was a cool one...liked it...my kind...take life as it comes and its not worth wasting it by complicating it.

i wouldnt want to tell the story as its worth watching in a theatre...

how did i go to the movie?

called up my roommate to chk if they were ok for a night show at Forum for Bluffmaster....it took sometime discussing on how we go as each was in a different office (all MBAs and v were taught to plan in the b-school....) but then it got decided that 2 wud go and get the tickets (well i cudnt get it booked online....some problem with the system) and the other 2 wud join us....

i actually got 5 tkts but then the 5th guy cudnt make it.....so had to give back the tkt at the counter and ask them to sell and wud collect the money in the break....and was lucky as they cud find a taker....and also got my money....

the movie got over at arnd 12.30am and probably this was the only movie (hindi or any Indian) were ppl sat to watch the title at the end....it was because of the song "right here right now"....a really cool one....atleast u've got to keep an eye on it in the music channels. its got stuck with me so much that i am always on it in office....dont ask me wat genre of music it is....something very similar to Hip-hop with the Indian taste to it....

Daily u wake up to do wat?

well if you ask me the same.....i get up to go to sleep in the nite...and do some stuff in between like learning a little SAP (its all self learning and mind u, SAP is not for self learning....this is supported by the material which says its NOT a teach urself program) but then there are few geniuses in this world.....

now this genius works for sometime....then listens to songs....then plays solitaire (its Spider Solitair) and he is proficient in the Middle level of the game.....just not able to get the thing rite for the nxt level but then its a matter of time

walks half a km for lunch and walks back the same distance (some work mind you)

sits in front of his comp after lunch with stars in his eyes....then they vanish when its time for tea and snacks....

completes some exercises (rmbr....he is learning SAP....not physical....though he is planning to go to a gym but not having time for it....)

then goes back home (he has a mobike and not got a no-objection certificate to use it in the present state) keeping a look-out for the cops....keeps to the middle of the road...easier to escape them

either he has his dinner on the way back or goes home and comes back to the restuarant or asks his roommates (wonderful ppl they r) to get him something packed....the last one being his favourite ;)

watch a movie after that (dinner) in HBO or Star Movies....if he gets the remote first....else its either a recorded cricket match or Animal Planet or WWE....but luckily....its generally the remote in his hand...(he comes home earlier....rmbr....his roomies used to get him dinner packed)

goes to dream at 11pm.....

the same continues the nxt day....

dont u think its worth have a good sleep at the end of the day with so much done....