What ticks you off ??. Is there anything that you've identified recently that could make you uncomfortable, it could be anything. Let's start from the monster manager, to the cling-on- super glue wife or the girl friend who won't let go after you got laid. Anyone, actually anything, could tick you off. I have recently Identified something that gives me a pain in the wrong part.
Honking, is something that I am unable to deal with.It could get into your nerves when you travel 15 miles to work every day, on roads built by the white men, who robed us of the Kohinoor but at least had the courtesy to construct roads that lasted, lasted till we were hit by the outsourcing mayhem and the cascading boom of the Indian middle class. Honking I have analyzed fall into a lot of categories, hell lot of them.
Call center cabs fall into the most unique category amongst them. It's as desperate as the cries of the kids inside to get out of the Industry, cabs with a call center tag is almost an ambulance. Tobacco,alcohol, probably a bit of cleavage and last but not least money per kilometer are the only motivation for these cabbies. They honk at everything, even a red light, cause for them all that matters is to drop these nerds and get to the next destination. The next category is the "retired honk", oldies who buy cars with their retirement money, forget their hearing aid @ home and then take all of us to world of dumbness.Oldies honk in a pattern, as if they saw something which they would like to grab but cannot, this type really ticks you off, cause the grocery store will never complain if they are late by five minutes.
The next kind of honking is the sophisticated I.T. honk. Mostly done by well dressed men, who either forgot to join a call, or are late for a meeting or got kicked by their working wife. These men, blame it all on the infrastructure, lane discipline etc. Men in this category treat the horn as their bosses face, they tab it consistently and then end it with an orgasmic smile. They wouldn't mind getting behind a bullock cart and honk, because at work they specialize in something similar "pushing underpaid kids to deliver world class technology".
Honking by rickshaws are like fart in a tornado, they never get heard, with the amount of noise around, their efforts to add to noise pollution is never recognized. Truckers and the bikers do their part, but then they really do not follow a pattern, it's simply irritating. Now the question is why do we honk, Is it that honking helps you get ahead. How many times do we think before we honk, does it actually give the desired results on the street. Let's ask an entirely different question, does your cribbing about life make it any better. How many of us think about car pooling, how many of us think about using different time slots to commute to work, how many of our corporates, offer work from home cause they understand than commuting to work actually kills the employee productivity. Hey, I just woke up, we are in India, where driving a car to the toilet is also considered as a status symbol!!!!.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
The lost bag and Terror !!!!!!
Terrorism sucks, people get killed and there is a lot of blood shed. Young men are lined up in the name of religion, some get into it for money and the rest because they didn't have much to do. Clerics and Military leaders, with different approaches to the same output, Politicians and arms dealers composing music for the same movie, the word terrorism has gained huge significance in every society in the world.
Now however bad an Ideology is or however irrelevant the Ideology is it has some positive outcomes. I am not cheer leading anything or being happy about anything here, but then any Ideology comes with an expiry date, might be it's the expiry date associated to the leaders who preached it, or to the society in which a certain condition prevailed etc. Parties based on Communism for example are allegedly pulling down the economic growth rate of certain states in our country.
Anyways, after a long day @ work, I had plans to eat cheese Masala dosa at a joint next to my home. Yeah yummy cheese masala dosa, a north Indian variant of an exceptionally good south Indian dish. While eating the dosa, I had to keep my laptop bag down, didn't want work to come between me and the delicacy. Dosa was tasty,too tasty that it made me forget not just the work but the bag as well. I paid the bill and moved on to my favorite milk shop. Milk packets usually go to the front zip of the bag and with the bag being not present, front zip was inaccessible !!!!.I Rode the bike back at a speed that would have won me some accolades in case it was a race, people rather hurled some sweet words in Marathi.
The ride back was 3 minutes to the max, my mind wandered to the local police station, where I would meet the pot bellied, tobacco chewing sub inspector, who would racially discriminate me and probably ask me to pay for registering a complaint and then the rest to investigate (In EMI's). Images of my manager, the asset team,and questions on how could you forget the bag, and then the confirmation stamp of irresponsibility from colleagues around. Thoughts just drove me nuts, parked the bike without checking out the hot babe in pink, ran to the restaurant. My bag was lying there with three onlookers speculating about the probabilities of an explosion. Yes no one dared to touch it, people were just about to wait and initiate a call for cops to come an do something about it.
Yeah, the society we live in are scared, shit scared of dying in a blast. Why not because as a tax payer we have seen these onslaughts for over a decade now, every nook and corner of the country has experienced a bit. But then the ride back home was soothing, why not I saved a lot of money, probably a good amount of time and last but not least did not add to my already damaged image " The happy go lucky guy". There are times in life, you would have thanked enemies, like I thank my ex- girlfriends father (marrying at that age would have been a disaster), On the ride back I thought, that terrorism has done certain things that are significant : Now we do not take anything lying on the street, We check on the Identity of the people we rent homes, We avoid crowded places at days when being @ home is a different level of fun altogether. Might be there is disagreement, but then not for the sheer trauma we are in, there is no way that I would have got my bag back !!!!!.
Now however bad an Ideology is or however irrelevant the Ideology is it has some positive outcomes. I am not cheer leading anything or being happy about anything here, but then any Ideology comes with an expiry date, might be it's the expiry date associated to the leaders who preached it, or to the society in which a certain condition prevailed etc. Parties based on Communism for example are allegedly pulling down the economic growth rate of certain states in our country.
Anyways, after a long day @ work, I had plans to eat cheese Masala dosa at a joint next to my home. Yeah yummy cheese masala dosa, a north Indian variant of an exceptionally good south Indian dish. While eating the dosa, I had to keep my laptop bag down, didn't want work to come between me and the delicacy. Dosa was tasty,too tasty that it made me forget not just the work but the bag as well. I paid the bill and moved on to my favorite milk shop. Milk packets usually go to the front zip of the bag and with the bag being not present, front zip was inaccessible !!!!.I Rode the bike back at a speed that would have won me some accolades in case it was a race, people rather hurled some sweet words in Marathi.
The ride back was 3 minutes to the max, my mind wandered to the local police station, where I would meet the pot bellied, tobacco chewing sub inspector, who would racially discriminate me and probably ask me to pay for registering a complaint and then the rest to investigate (In EMI's). Images of my manager, the asset team,and questions on how could you forget the bag, and then the confirmation stamp of irresponsibility from colleagues around. Thoughts just drove me nuts, parked the bike without checking out the hot babe in pink, ran to the restaurant. My bag was lying there with three onlookers speculating about the probabilities of an explosion. Yes no one dared to touch it, people were just about to wait and initiate a call for cops to come an do something about it.
Yeah, the society we live in are scared, shit scared of dying in a blast. Why not because as a tax payer we have seen these onslaughts for over a decade now, every nook and corner of the country has experienced a bit. But then the ride back home was soothing, why not I saved a lot of money, probably a good amount of time and last but not least did not add to my already damaged image " The happy go lucky guy". There are times in life, you would have thanked enemies, like I thank my ex- girlfriends father (marrying at that age would have been a disaster), On the ride back I thought, that terrorism has done certain things that are significant : Now we do not take anything lying on the street, We check on the Identity of the people we rent homes, We avoid crowded places at days when being @ home is a different level of fun altogether. Might be there is disagreement, but then not for the sheer trauma we are in, there is no way that I would have got my bag back !!!!!.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Jailed for Ever !!!!!
On paid vacation, doing time, behind the bars , familiar expressions right ??. Expressions used to bring out the fact that some one is locked and is deprived of his freedom as he misused it, posed a threat to our Civilized, Politicized society. An expression that brings in images of tall men, with scars all over their face, images of unclean toilets, dark pathways, images of fights over food served in barely clean vessels. Disgusting, disturbing images aren’t they. I get to see these at times, though in a different context, images with well dressed men chained to laptops, to their loan accounts and to the commitments they took up expecting those to make life better.
Not a pleasant seen, I know, never a pleasant scene.Being locked up is no big deal, the only point being the fact that your life conditions deteriorate entirely. Instead of the fluffy silk bed, you’d find a torn mat with rats licking your legs. Breakfast at McDonald's will be replaced by Mr. Donald’s, who is tenured on chopping up women after raping them !!!!!. Hey, hey , hey what’s the point, Let’s get to the point.
Technically how many of us are free. Being Jailed or locked up in a prison, isn’t it just a physical representation of the state we are in. Let’s answer a set of simple Questions : How many of us could actually spend their entire months salary on ourselves,Just for a month. Yes I am talking about the salary day, how many of us would dare to move ahead of a Pizza hut or a night club. Let’s say at work, how many of us could actually change things around, being in the most renowned acceptable, employee friendly work setup’s how many of us could dare to ask a Why ???.
Aren’t we working for the Banks that lend us money for at least 15 days a month. Then another 10 days for the school fee, food and a negligible two to three days for the stuff that we call life. Do we have Jailers around us, physically no, but emotionally hundreds of them, Jailers who push Ideas on us, who trample our Ideas, worst scenarios who borrow our’s and do the dance. Manager’s this is nothing against you, though endangered there is a genre of angels amongst you, we acknowledge. Let’s check out the fights in our corporate jungle, don’t we fight because of much sillier reasons than in an actual Jail, for reasons as simple as “he did not smile at me”, “how dare could he talk to me like that” etc. Have we turned out to be a gunny bag of ego’s being punched around just to get more swollen.
Now do we have a parole system, where in we get breaks??. Yes we all do, we rush to a favorite spot and feel insecure about the advances @ work. At the pinnacle of an intense romantic act, we dial a colleagues number and ask “What’s up”, when the conversation ends, your turned on partner is not just "turned off", to a certain extend pissed off. We keep track of meager things and that keeps us chained, Jailed in a frame of mind. A frame that’s as big as a laptop screen or the default size of a Microsoft Exchange mailbox or to the max the size of a cubicle or for the Exceptionally ambitious and arrogant a Cabin with a rocking chair, with a dashing secretary.
You would have watched news channels reporting Jail break’s, with pictures of men who barely are humane in their appearance. Have you ever seen or heard of someone, who broke the kind of prison we are in, ever. No one would dare to attempt to break this vicious cycle. I think, “ Think”, yeah this is the least ever thing a human does on a daily basis, we are not allowed to, even if we are, we are like a cow tied to a tree, our thoughts would circle around topics planted into us, by our parents, friends and our very own society. Why is that you are asked to buy a home early in your life, why marry in the mid twenties, Kids in the early, late twenties, then get into jobs which are safe with bigger safer players, why, why, why. If you look at it from an angle that could be accused of being weird, being selfish and against the existing philosophies, these are unwritten rules that get’s you a life sentence without doing a crime. Say let’s take a Jewish kid born in Manhattan, what’s his sentence going to be, he is in a Jail the day he is born.
The exerts from his sentence would say the following “ Would go to a good public school, is supposed to love Math and Physics, will graduate in either Economics or Engineering or Finance, Will either be a lawyer, trader, banker or to the max a scientist. See the point here is not that the poor chap is not leading a good life, he definitely is, but then is it a life of his choice, well no one cares. It’s not the feet that’s chained us up, it’s the freaking mind, it’s much more tougher when the fight is within, guns bombs and force wouldn’t do much help. Will we ever break the chains ??? “ A million dollar question” and “ I am trying”.
Not a pleasant seen, I know, never a pleasant scene.Being locked up is no big deal, the only point being the fact that your life conditions deteriorate entirely. Instead of the fluffy silk bed, you’d find a torn mat with rats licking your legs. Breakfast at McDonald's will be replaced by Mr. Donald’s, who is tenured on chopping up women after raping them !!!!!. Hey, hey , hey what’s the point, Let’s get to the point.
Technically how many of us are free. Being Jailed or locked up in a prison, isn’t it just a physical representation of the state we are in. Let’s answer a set of simple Questions : How many of us could actually spend their entire months salary on ourselves,Just for a month. Yes I am talking about the salary day, how many of us would dare to move ahead of a Pizza hut or a night club. Let’s say at work, how many of us could actually change things around, being in the most renowned acceptable, employee friendly work setup’s how many of us could dare to ask a Why ???.
Aren’t we working for the Banks that lend us money for at least 15 days a month. Then another 10 days for the school fee, food and a negligible two to three days for the stuff that we call life. Do we have Jailers around us, physically no, but emotionally hundreds of them, Jailers who push Ideas on us, who trample our Ideas, worst scenarios who borrow our’s and do the dance. Manager’s this is nothing against you, though endangered there is a genre of angels amongst you, we acknowledge. Let’s check out the fights in our corporate jungle, don’t we fight because of much sillier reasons than in an actual Jail, for reasons as simple as “he did not smile at me”, “how dare could he talk to me like that” etc. Have we turned out to be a gunny bag of ego’s being punched around just to get more swollen.
Now do we have a parole system, where in we get breaks??. Yes we all do, we rush to a favorite spot and feel insecure about the advances @ work. At the pinnacle of an intense romantic act, we dial a colleagues number and ask “What’s up”, when the conversation ends, your turned on partner is not just "turned off", to a certain extend pissed off. We keep track of meager things and that keeps us chained, Jailed in a frame of mind. A frame that’s as big as a laptop screen or the default size of a Microsoft Exchange mailbox or to the max the size of a cubicle or for the Exceptionally ambitious and arrogant a Cabin with a rocking chair, with a dashing secretary.
You would have watched news channels reporting Jail break’s, with pictures of men who barely are humane in their appearance. Have you ever seen or heard of someone, who broke the kind of prison we are in, ever. No one would dare to attempt to break this vicious cycle. I think, “ Think”, yeah this is the least ever thing a human does on a daily basis, we are not allowed to, even if we are, we are like a cow tied to a tree, our thoughts would circle around topics planted into us, by our parents, friends and our very own society. Why is that you are asked to buy a home early in your life, why marry in the mid twenties, Kids in the early, late twenties, then get into jobs which are safe with bigger safer players, why, why, why. If you look at it from an angle that could be accused of being weird, being selfish and against the existing philosophies, these are unwritten rules that get’s you a life sentence without doing a crime. Say let’s take a Jewish kid born in Manhattan, what’s his sentence going to be, he is in a Jail the day he is born.
The exerts from his sentence would say the following “ Would go to a good public school, is supposed to love Math and Physics, will graduate in either Economics or Engineering or Finance, Will either be a lawyer, trader, banker or to the max a scientist. See the point here is not that the poor chap is not leading a good life, he definitely is, but then is it a life of his choice, well no one cares. It’s not the feet that’s chained us up, it’s the freaking mind, it’s much more tougher when the fight is within, guns bombs and force wouldn’t do much help. Will we ever break the chains ??? “ A million dollar question” and “ I am trying”.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Happy Realization !!!!!
I would always be amazed to see punks, wearing T-shirts printed with weird men, men with abnormal hair growth, who have a layer of Hash floating on their faces, like a layer of fat above boiled milk. With dark circles and tattoos, adding to the agony , I would rather be scared at them not me while looking @ the mirror. But things have taken a turn, a Sharp U turn, John Lennon's birthday and Google’s doodle has done the trick.
The last weekend, I thought about browsing on what’s up with Beatles and how come could they could claim their fame above god!!!!!. My friends, this blog is to all those young punks who sing Enrique, breathe Eminem, could cry a river for Justin Timberlake. If you have not listened to Beatles, you ain’t eligible to hum an English one, they are the ones, period.
Might be it’s late for me, cause I always avoided, these so called classics. But once you listen to Paul singing “Yesterday”, I am sure nothing else could match the feel, Enrique’s tears are just cat’s piss, take it from me, nothing personal, but rarely does a number gives you the complete feel without naked Chicks. If voice is magic, and music could create an aura of Invincibility, it’s only Beatles who could match those words. I am going to be a punk myself, I feel bad that I never wore a Beatles T-Shirt, never drank Irish whiskey and never screamed @ a concert.
Now go start downloading and listening to them. Beatles songs and trivia are worth the effort. This is what you must look out for :
• Beatles, famous than Jesus.( Interview with Beatles)
• The Man behind John Lennon’s murder.
• About the Song Hey Jude.
• Trivia behind Yesterday.
• Sexuality of Beatles manager and “ Hey you got to hide your love away”
• About Ringo Star.
Last but not least, most of their songs has something linked to real life and it’s fun finding out, Beatles equals magic!!!!!, you want to listen some.....
Thursday, October 7, 2010
A dream to wake up for !!!!!!
Living an intentional life has been quite a dream. Intentional living is nothing,it's the most simplest of stuff to be said and not done. Have you heard of something similar "Will power is not climbing mountains and beating the world, it's as simple as not eating a chocolate when you have decided not to". It's at a very higher level delaying gratification. Delaying subtle pleasures of life for a bigger dream, an aim or a target to be reached.
Tuesday the 5th of October 2010,Pune was flooded, in a span of two hours of rain, the new face of developing India was under water. It's inhabitants like a set of roosting birds, could be seen perched everywhere water couldn't get them.Riding a bike from Hadapsar to Aundh, in itself is a challenge, coming to work a challenge, riding back another one and @ work a plethora of them to deal with. Yeah me the challenge man !!!!.Don't misunderstand, underwear is still underneath the pants, and raising hands does not defy gravity!!!!. Three hours in rain, drenched and walking into a home without power would have been just another day, if not I hadn't received that call.
Manager rings up @ 11:45 and intimates that, there's a meeting and I need to be up by 6:00 am. Drenched to the core, drying my clothes, with a heavy head on my shoulders, I slept off in five minutes. The alarm rang, I was up in a flash, made tea and was ready in no time and then this thought creep-ed in. Haven't I been planning to wake up early for a lifetime now, the same alarm rings everyday, just to get rescheduled another 5 times, what's that brought me up today. Was that meeting inspiring enough a cause.
Is waking up everyday without a dream, a dream compelling enough to be chased, worth the efforts.For the last 26 years of my life I have been waking up because sleep died out, there was something @ work, had to complete impositions, project, homework, had to by-heart something for examinations etc. Will a day break with a dream to be chased, will a dream to be pursued wake me up, will that alarm clock symbolizing worldly compulsions be replaced with an eternal call, I hope it does, otherwise a dog's death is imminent.
Tuesday the 5th of October 2010,Pune was flooded, in a span of two hours of rain, the new face of developing India was under water. It's inhabitants like a set of roosting birds, could be seen perched everywhere water couldn't get them.Riding a bike from Hadapsar to Aundh, in itself is a challenge, coming to work a challenge, riding back another one and @ work a plethora of them to deal with. Yeah me the challenge man !!!!.Don't misunderstand, underwear is still underneath the pants, and raising hands does not defy gravity!!!!. Three hours in rain, drenched and walking into a home without power would have been just another day, if not I hadn't received that call.
Manager rings up @ 11:45 and intimates that, there's a meeting and I need to be up by 6:00 am. Drenched to the core, drying my clothes, with a heavy head on my shoulders, I slept off in five minutes. The alarm rang, I was up in a flash, made tea and was ready in no time and then this thought creep-ed in. Haven't I been planning to wake up early for a lifetime now, the same alarm rings everyday, just to get rescheduled another 5 times, what's that brought me up today. Was that meeting inspiring enough a cause.
Is waking up everyday without a dream, a dream compelling enough to be chased, worth the efforts.For the last 26 years of my life I have been waking up because sleep died out, there was something @ work, had to complete impositions, project, homework, had to by-heart something for examinations etc. Will a day break with a dream to be chased, will a dream to be pursued wake me up, will that alarm clock symbolizing worldly compulsions be replaced with an eternal call, I hope it does, otherwise a dog's death is imminent.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Bappu , We Love you !!!!!!
Bappuji, Namaste.Not that I don't value the freedom I have, not that I am cribbing about the fact that the freedom is not enough. I some how feel, people are just enforcing stuff on us, and surprisingly even you are not being spared as a reason. Do you even know that ???. I hope heaven@network.com is functional and you have access to this blog. Because it's important, you know these basic facts of life.
Bappu, times have changed, it's not the same India anymore where we work in the farms and wait for the harvest season to celebrate, The kind of torture we go through between the weekdays, (Sorry in your time it's Monday through Friday), is actually a miniature version of the freedom struggle that you fought for years. Yes, you might be amazed that we have to fight for the freedom to do the right things and not the stuff that makes the manager happy, to do things that add value, to do creative stuff at work is a freedom struggle, a struggle against the outsourced, mundane, trash cleaning jobs that we are in.
Our struggle is not against the white's who came on horses, with canons and explosives, who levied taxes on us and deprived us of us our natural wealth, rather against a bunch of dud's who are merely postmen who bring to us order's from the very old people who you drove away from here. Yes they still rule us, they control what youth does here, they control the imagination of the parents, our upbringing patterns , educational systems, in short everything. Engineering colleges here popped up like mushrooms in a rain cause the demand for them has been on a rise. Tomorrow, am sure they are going to throw seeds that would grow scientists. Now they are looting us of the intellect, they have put a headphone on our ears, have given us read only access into certain critical systems that we monitor and we are jumping in joy !!!!!!. You fought against the Brit's who taxed us and built bridges, rails and roads which are still key to our infrastructure, when they left came in the so called democracy which robs us every month and gives us back ache's through the roads, asthma cause of the pollution, Malaria through the contaminated water.
Bappu, you can't let us be sober on a Saturday, this year your birthday is on a Saturday and that leaves us with no option rather than to roam sober. We celebrate birthday's @ work, where in we do not even know who's birthday is being celebrated. We get to hotels and pay in our shares to celebrate some one's birthday who never added anything to our life and on yours we are not allowed to go out, party !!!!. What good is the freedom you got us, Bappu ???. We wanna celebrate your birthday. We want to celebrate the freedom you got us, which we have already sold out for millions of dollars and are almost heading towards the next big fight. We do not want to curse you, we love you for what you have done, but not for the regulations bought under your name. If you can, could you please convey this to the Italian woman who currently rules the country!!!!!!!!
Bappu, times have changed, it's not the same India anymore where we work in the farms and wait for the harvest season to celebrate, The kind of torture we go through between the weekdays, (Sorry in your time it's Monday through Friday), is actually a miniature version of the freedom struggle that you fought for years. Yes, you might be amazed that we have to fight for the freedom to do the right things and not the stuff that makes the manager happy, to do things that add value, to do creative stuff at work is a freedom struggle, a struggle against the outsourced, mundane, trash cleaning jobs that we are in.
Our struggle is not against the white's who came on horses, with canons and explosives, who levied taxes on us and deprived us of us our natural wealth, rather against a bunch of dud's who are merely postmen who bring to us order's from the very old people who you drove away from here. Yes they still rule us, they control what youth does here, they control the imagination of the parents, our upbringing patterns , educational systems, in short everything. Engineering colleges here popped up like mushrooms in a rain cause the demand for them has been on a rise. Tomorrow, am sure they are going to throw seeds that would grow scientists. Now they are looting us of the intellect, they have put a headphone on our ears, have given us read only access into certain critical systems that we monitor and we are jumping in joy !!!!!!. You fought against the Brit's who taxed us and built bridges, rails and roads which are still key to our infrastructure, when they left came in the so called democracy which robs us every month and gives us back ache's through the roads, asthma cause of the pollution, Malaria through the contaminated water.
Bappu, you can't let us be sober on a Saturday, this year your birthday is on a Saturday and that leaves us with no option rather than to roam sober. We celebrate birthday's @ work, where in we do not even know who's birthday is being celebrated. We get to hotels and pay in our shares to celebrate some one's birthday who never added anything to our life and on yours we are not allowed to go out, party !!!!. What good is the freedom you got us, Bappu ???. We wanna celebrate your birthday. We want to celebrate the freedom you got us, which we have already sold out for millions of dollars and are almost heading towards the next big fight. We do not want to curse you, we love you for what you have done, but not for the regulations bought under your name. If you can, could you please convey this to the Italian woman who currently rules the country!!!!!!!!
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