Walked out of the movie theater, inspired, dejected, with "what the fuck's happening question". Rarely can a movie do that. If you are young and you are not watching this @ the theater, you are kidding me. "The Social Network" is an exciting fun filled ride, which everyone of us will be able to relate to. The direction is flawless, the cast is immaculate, the script is amazing and it's a joy ride.
You get a feel of Harvard, on how kids at a young age think about building a business,how the society around supports it etc. The answer behind the success of the movie is for sure, the 500 million user base of the web page, but then watching the movie is much more that reading the book " Accidental billionaires". The sheer Idea behind facebook is linked to the basic need of a human being " To get laid". Like it's said virginity is lack of opportunity, facebook is a world of opportunities, circling around a human beings basic needs of staying connected, building relations, feeling secure etc. Any business built around mans basic needs, survives and facebook just immortalizes it.
From a retrospective angle, why is that we do not have anything close to a facebook or Google, in our country. Why is that success is accompanied with a big belly and Viagra in India. Do we dream big, or do we dream at all, what's the last time you saw a company built by the so called IIM's or IIT's making it big on the map. Why is that our Ideas are not fun, why is that we fail to entertain ourselves, could we ever smile and make others smile while doing business, god will I ever get to be a change agent, at least will I see a change agent before I get wiped out, like the drops of whiskey on the table !!!!
Cheers Mark !!! and Hey watch The Social Network, worth every penny!!!!.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Hitting thirty must be scary !!!!!!
Thirtydom, a term I coined, during yesterdays walk in the rain must be a scary place to be ( Thirtydom : Getting to the land of thirty's "Uncle land" ). To anyone who reads this blog, it's a crazy age to hit and makes you think from a tangent that screws you up. An age where philosophies of early twenties, suddenly get's challenged, a day sun probably came up from the Arabian sea. The hangover, back's up the fact and the vomit just autographs it. The loneliness, misery of making that medicinal tea, cleaning up the mess and last but not least no one around to talk about the pain swirling inside your head.
An age where in everyone around talk's about savings and insurance, marriage and kids and you are stuck with spending and borrowing, relationships and abortions. Yeah, suddenly the question pop's out "Dude what the hell are you doing??". The crowd around you in Barista has changed, they have an unadulterated smile, which is far gone from your face.The expensive watch, gadgets and the ever growing tummy, has taken of that charm, and within you a voice says " That ship has sailed" . Suddenly you are thunder struck by reality, when a single mom, points at you and says " Beta , say hi to uncle". "Uncle", what the hell??. I could be a big bro, not an uncle, but then big bro's are the college kids, the ones with the charming smile.
So the places that were yours suddenly feels odd, feels too young and out of the league.And you move to the so called lounges and Cafe's. The places are as quite as a cemetery, where couples look into each others eyes, some enjoying the pleasure of of doing it in public. The air inside is filled with topics that you never thought about.You could hear death trumpets of the most cherished component in anyone's life.Suddenly you are time trapped, too old for the young and not in place for the next phase. All your ex-girl friends have moved on, most of them are married, others are committed and some have taken the race to another level by naming their son on the bastard who broke their heart.
I bet you, the reason why someone would kill a happy, single life life is mostly because a fear that sets in, yeah a fear that would murmur deep down the fact that loneliness can be killing. When everyone around you is grilled and doesn't have time for you. Time's when your friends talk about the cost of diapers and the complexity of pregnancy, when they are tied up with their kids first day at school. You do not feel like calling them up at two in the night and talk about the chick you dumped or the one who dumped you. A phase in life when, your near ones are leading a selfless life, with sacrifices and bonding, you are stuck celebrating the self !!!. But then the rise of selflessness, must be out of love or through ignorance. Let's salute the ones who showed the gut's to stay single and the scared ones who took the other route. Hey, the last argument can easily be reversed and I am well aware !!!!
An age where in everyone around talk's about savings and insurance, marriage and kids and you are stuck with spending and borrowing, relationships and abortions. Yeah, suddenly the question pop's out "Dude what the hell are you doing??". The crowd around you in Barista has changed, they have an unadulterated smile, which is far gone from your face.The expensive watch, gadgets and the ever growing tummy, has taken of that charm, and within you a voice says " That ship has sailed" . Suddenly you are thunder struck by reality, when a single mom, points at you and says " Beta , say hi to uncle". "Uncle", what the hell??. I could be a big bro, not an uncle, but then big bro's are the college kids, the ones with the charming smile.
So the places that were yours suddenly feels odd, feels too young and out of the league.And you move to the so called lounges and Cafe's. The places are as quite as a cemetery, where couples look into each others eyes, some enjoying the pleasure of of doing it in public. The air inside is filled with topics that you never thought about.You could hear death trumpets of the most cherished component in anyone's life.Suddenly you are time trapped, too old for the young and not in place for the next phase. All your ex-girl friends have moved on, most of them are married, others are committed and some have taken the race to another level by naming their son on the bastard who broke their heart.
I bet you, the reason why someone would kill a happy, single life life is mostly because a fear that sets in, yeah a fear that would murmur deep down the fact that loneliness can be killing. When everyone around you is grilled and doesn't have time for you. Time's when your friends talk about the cost of diapers and the complexity of pregnancy, when they are tied up with their kids first day at school. You do not feel like calling them up at two in the night and talk about the chick you dumped or the one who dumped you. A phase in life when, your near ones are leading a selfless life, with sacrifices and bonding, you are stuck celebrating the self !!!. But then the rise of selflessness, must be out of love or through ignorance. Let's salute the ones who showed the gut's to stay single and the scared ones who took the other route. Hey, the last argument can easily be reversed and I am well aware !!!!
Friday, November 5, 2010
Generations of Maids !!!!
Maid's are hard to find. They are in demand and the supply isn't amazing. Born in an upper class family, I have always seen a bunch of maids in and around the house. "The house", cause it was my step mom's house, that's where I first met them. A woman in her 80's would walk close to a mile, early in the morning to reach our place. She sweeps a court yard as big as "Palace grounds" in Bangalore, filled with dry mango leaves, bamboo shoots, tamarind shells, crow shit, human spit and every kind of crap you could imagine. If I decide to walk around that courtyard now, It would take half hour and an appointment with a physio.
The lady had a weird name, no matter what the weather was, what the day was, she swept the courtyard. If she couldn't make it, her daughter, her grand daughter someone backed up. It's as if the entire family was destined to clear crap. She got a hundred bucks a month, the morning food (Cannot call it breakfast,Mostly left overs from the previous day).Privileges like torn clothes, tampered books, damaged vessels etc were part of the variable component. I still remember the spark on that wrinkled face, when I held her hands and asked her name. I am damn sure if I would have not asked her that question, she would have lost it "Yes" her name. I was friends with her and came to know that she has been sweeping the house for almost twenty years and has never known how the house looked like inside. She was not allowed, she was one among the untouchables.
Another maid, who usually walks in in by 9:00 am, is fair skinned and big busted. Has an ass wiggling walk and an irremovable smirk on her face. She would not talk or interact with the oldie sweeper, will eat her share of the breakfast, not the leftovers. Had a good rapport, with the chief. (My step mom's mother). She had a television at home and the initial fifteen minutes of her day starts after discussing the daily soaps.Sitting on the veranda outside the kitchen, she would almost quote from the soaps and make her boss cry. Then she starts cleaning the vessels and the kitchen. Sweeps through the Veranda and then the bedrooms. Laundry was done twice a week, laundry time is erotica time. She flashes news on the sex life of women in the near by house holds, about stains and stink and what not. While women around enjoyed the conversation, they never figured out their pictures in bed painted by our very own Madiangellooo. She never cleaned the toilet's, that was a mean job, for her class. We had another lady come in to do that. She was not supposed to be seen at all, so she would come, clean and run.
Times have changed, I am not sure about the maid community back at my village, but then my current maid is the best I have ever seen. She's 60, climbs three floors to get to my flat, owns a cellphone and has nephews with engineering degrees and does not want her third generation to work in BPO's. I do not understand anything of what she tells me, she speaks Marathi and that too in accent even Raj Thackeray wouldn't understand. But the she's cheeky, comes in early in the morning, and cleans up the only glass that we used to have water. Then wipes the uncooked,gas stove thrice. Knocks @ my door with a force so considerate that the wood wont get hurt and runs away to the next home where her appointment starts in exact fifteen minutes after ours is over. She does not work on Sundays, charges extra for bed sheets, gives you a lecture on the sari that she want's on Diwali, would not eat anything until it was cooked with specific intentions of getting into her stomach. In case of an argument, the only statement she has is " It's your home too, If you want it clean you need to help out". But then, looking at her running around,12 different places a day, making a cool 15-20k, I forget everything. All my anger just dissolves away. No matter what, I respect the effort she puts in for herself, Hey am a good employer !!!!!
The lady had a weird name, no matter what the weather was, what the day was, she swept the courtyard. If she couldn't make it, her daughter, her grand daughter someone backed up. It's as if the entire family was destined to clear crap. She got a hundred bucks a month, the morning food (Cannot call it breakfast,Mostly left overs from the previous day).Privileges like torn clothes, tampered books, damaged vessels etc were part of the variable component. I still remember the spark on that wrinkled face, when I held her hands and asked her name. I am damn sure if I would have not asked her that question, she would have lost it "Yes" her name. I was friends with her and came to know that she has been sweeping the house for almost twenty years and has never known how the house looked like inside. She was not allowed, she was one among the untouchables.
Another maid, who usually walks in in by 9:00 am, is fair skinned and big busted. Has an ass wiggling walk and an irremovable smirk on her face. She would not talk or interact with the oldie sweeper, will eat her share of the breakfast, not the leftovers. Had a good rapport, with the chief. (My step mom's mother). She had a television at home and the initial fifteen minutes of her day starts after discussing the daily soaps.Sitting on the veranda outside the kitchen, she would almost quote from the soaps and make her boss cry. Then she starts cleaning the vessels and the kitchen. Sweeps through the Veranda and then the bedrooms. Laundry was done twice a week, laundry time is erotica time. She flashes news on the sex life of women in the near by house holds, about stains and stink and what not. While women around enjoyed the conversation, they never figured out their pictures in bed painted by our very own Madiangellooo. She never cleaned the toilet's, that was a mean job, for her class. We had another lady come in to do that. She was not supposed to be seen at all, so she would come, clean and run.
Times have changed, I am not sure about the maid community back at my village, but then my current maid is the best I have ever seen. She's 60, climbs three floors to get to my flat, owns a cellphone and has nephews with engineering degrees and does not want her third generation to work in BPO's. I do not understand anything of what she tells me, she speaks Marathi and that too in accent even Raj Thackeray wouldn't understand. But the she's cheeky, comes in early in the morning, and cleans up the only glass that we used to have water. Then wipes the uncooked,gas stove thrice. Knocks @ my door with a force so considerate that the wood wont get hurt and runs away to the next home where her appointment starts in exact fifteen minutes after ours is over. She does not work on Sundays, charges extra for bed sheets, gives you a lecture on the sari that she want's on Diwali, would not eat anything until it was cooked with specific intentions of getting into her stomach. In case of an argument, the only statement she has is " It's your home too, If you want it clean you need to help out". But then, looking at her running around,12 different places a day, making a cool 15-20k, I forget everything. All my anger just dissolves away. No matter what, I respect the effort she puts in for herself, Hey am a good employer !!!!!
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Hey just scribbled it up !!!!
Have I ever failed in life, what's failure like, for that is it not necessary succeed. And success does not stumble upon you, cause you took a path which you never had a clue about. Today I am in a state that, I cannot fail. Whatever I deemed as success till date has not been achieved on a conscious effort, it's a flow I got into, and which leads me. It's dear to me not only because it feeds me, allows me to buy stuff and keeps life ticking!!!, but also that must have been gods vision till date. It's an illusion. a mirage, not success. It's a platform from where in I could build what I would deem success. Am I by anyways delaying gratification for the first time!!!!!
A realization that I cannot fail, embarrasses me, just rips me apart. Not even a single effort till date was valiant enough to be merited with a failure. Failure is a gift, a priced possession, found and fought by men who are passionate about something, Me the the mortal is not even close to it. "You cannot succeed", statements, took us here. Suggestions, observations and warnings stopped us from looking within. Might be a pinch of fate, makes me realize something. I have to start from the scratch, start loving something, chase that passion, attempt to succeed, actually succeed, in between find time to fear about failure and then invent failure.
Damn failure is far away, is it not, at least the current theory justifies it. What's failure when Success is not defined yet, whats failure more than failing in front of thyself. Hail the theory and let's move ahead.
A realization that I cannot fail, embarrasses me, just rips me apart. Not even a single effort till date was valiant enough to be merited with a failure. Failure is a gift, a priced possession, found and fought by men who are passionate about something, Me the the mortal is not even close to it. "You cannot succeed", statements, took us here. Suggestions, observations and warnings stopped us from looking within. Might be a pinch of fate, makes me realize something. I have to start from the scratch, start loving something, chase that passion, attempt to succeed, actually succeed, in between find time to fear about failure and then invent failure.
Damn failure is far away, is it not, at least the current theory justifies it. What's failure when Success is not defined yet, whats failure more than failing in front of thyself. Hail the theory and let's move ahead.
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