The name of this blog might be wierd, like the concept of the movie Dejavu, where everything unrolls in the last 10 minutes. But I am ecstatic about this 15 minutes incident. Girls are always a facination for an Indian youngster, half of his energy, at the peak time of his life, wasted around thoughts and fascinations about women. Me no different from the crowd, firm believer of the saying " A thing of beauty is a joy for ever".
Enough of intro, Let's get into the matter now. Another lonely day and the only challenging deed the ride back home, I thought having Idli's at my favourite " Idlicious" might turn around the day. At the corner table, waiting for the hot food to arrive, I suddently could see a blue denim walking across and asking me and I would say she sounded sweet, ( Obviously she must have !!!!! ). To glance through her from the bottom to top would have taken 10 seconds and the lion share spend in between :).
I ordered another south Indian Delicacy, spending time with her being the motto. "Vada" was tasty and her presence made it spicier. She had a dish, which is supposed to be sour, and spicy and was appreciating the feel of havig it. Brown and athletic she got the womanizer in me wake up and dance, and it made me order a cofee at 9:00 in the night, that too a strong one.
The converstaion went on between her and the guy accompanying her, the realization that she was his friend made me feel that the chances are still there. The coffe got over and it was time to move, I consistently thought of a way to get into a chat, but somehow refrained from doing the same. The damsel, picked her phone and called a hospital and enquired about an Ultrascan to be done for her, by the next day. The receptionist on the other end enquired about the reason for the ultrascan, here we go,all the castles built on air started falling down, "Ultrascan for Pregnancy" she screamed as if she wanted to cut through my heart using the pregnancy dagger. The guy next to her gave me a look, a look that would have said now move your ass out of here.
I got up and suddenly started laughing, laughing about my psyche, the thought process I had and the failure not to have evolved to a man through the years. Thoughts has to change, fundamentals need to be strong and the DNA needs to be edited. Life will go forward but the eternal journey, moksha will be hindered. Intentional life again is a concept far from being implimented !!!!!!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Goal, the one thing that can make you great !!!!!!
There are times; your mind slips away, for reasons unexplainable. For reasons that would not qualify as reasons, pains without wounds and tears that kind of bleeds. Life looks tough and deeds meaningless, as if the exciting walk towards death has slowed down and the torture prevails. Stimuli and response does not have a difference at this phase and the mind just asks you to explode, the execution is done with such accuracy that all the senses are turned off and just the Ego is on, Kill that ego, the daemon and you win!!!!!!
Is there a way a man can actually mend ways, “Will power“I have heard is not about with standing pressure, climbing mountains or reaching heights, It’s about denying yourselves a chocolate when you have decided to diet, It’s about learning a topic until you master it, It’s about having control on your eyes when you are along side your girl friend!!!!!!!
Searching the wounds is a big task, without knowing what to fix, fixation will be an issue. The demands of the external world and the needs within are often regarded different, the needs within are to be mapped to the demands outside. Decisions taken to change yourself, resolutions that has been run over, a hundred times which itself is capable of telling you “Hey you going to kick me out in another day”. Inspiring moments which makes you take these resolutions, raising questions, quite Valid though, “Will this inspiration last, if it lasts will it live as much as the resolution lives “????
Keeping yourself Inspired is a tough job, the toughest ever. Might be focus on a single goal and the work towards it can get the job done. Every bit of success keeps you pumped up and failure makes you come back, and the journey of life becomes easier and fruitful. A few lucky bunch never thinks on these lines they live, they laugh and leave one day, a few are aligned to certain instincts by birth they sing, dance, play and fade away one day as if it was magic and the rest we mortals who search for that goal, get stranded, get on the track every other day, just to realize that we are off track again, we go round and round.
Might be having a goal and not having one is the difference between, being great and not.
Is there a way a man can actually mend ways, “Will power“I have heard is not about with standing pressure, climbing mountains or reaching heights, It’s about denying yourselves a chocolate when you have decided to diet, It’s about learning a topic until you master it, It’s about having control on your eyes when you are along side your girl friend!!!!!!!
Searching the wounds is a big task, without knowing what to fix, fixation will be an issue. The demands of the external world and the needs within are often regarded different, the needs within are to be mapped to the demands outside. Decisions taken to change yourself, resolutions that has been run over, a hundred times which itself is capable of telling you “Hey you going to kick me out in another day”. Inspiring moments which makes you take these resolutions, raising questions, quite Valid though, “Will this inspiration last, if it lasts will it live as much as the resolution lives “????
Keeping yourself Inspired is a tough job, the toughest ever. Might be focus on a single goal and the work towards it can get the job done. Every bit of success keeps you pumped up and failure makes you come back, and the journey of life becomes easier and fruitful. A few lucky bunch never thinks on these lines they live, they laugh and leave one day, a few are aligned to certain instincts by birth they sing, dance, play and fade away one day as if it was magic and the rest we mortals who search for that goal, get stranded, get on the track every other day, just to realize that we are off track again, we go round and round.
Might be having a goal and not having one is the difference between, being great and not.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Love Stories Busted !!!!
When the phone rang at 12:00 in the night, from a number outside the country, I never knew the same would have been a moment much awaited by my Chilhood friend. Abin would have even searched the bowels of his memory or I believe would have hired professionals to hunt me down and get My number !!!!!. But he did it, and decided to spend 50 Indian Rupees on me, Quite high to his spending Standards. Being the bully of the gang I always had a gut feel that I would get back whatever I am giving !!!!.
The moment, I woke up from the " Manager Haunted Sleep " courtesy Asim Mehra my X manager, I could hear someone laugh, laugh his guts out. My hello's and attempts in different Languages made no Sense, the Laugh was emphatic, It signified a victory. The laugh ended and I hoped to hear this Alien Introduce me, all he said was your " First Love is getting Fucked Now". Then my job started to think who is he reffering to, affairs was common, heart breaks BAU !!!!.
Abin then settled dwn told me that the heroine of the most accalimed Love affair of my school days has officially being married. The girl is enjoying with her partner now, thanks to my taunts and bullying at school days, the news came from Dubai.
Love affairs at school are fun, when you turn around and think, Getting kissed and explaining the process to your freinds, who get calmmered under the stair case listening to the spiced up stuff , gives you the elevated status of having felt a woman!!!!!. Our gang had initiated the process for Abin with the heroine through me, Being a born Marketeer, My gang believed in me getting the project rolled out.Sadly, Instead of Abin, the chick chose me, there started the Affair which continued for the next Six years. The hidden meeting at the construction sites of the school, special classes that never happened, tears rolled out during vaccations, Money stolen from fathers pocket to call her up, The girl at the phone booth who acted as her friend an affair is a Drama in Itself.
I laughed at Abin for his ethusiasm for calling me up and taunting me, he was the most tortured soul during my school days and the torturer " Mr Deepak ". The call ended and I again went to sleep, but a pain remained, will remain, does not matter how much ever you laugh, you talk about practicalities of life, Love does not leave hapiness when lost, getting into it must be a very thoughtfull act. At school, you love and get loved for the no reasons, you do not bet your options and choices, future and needs are not evaluated, you love for the sheer joy of falling in love. People grow and so does the evil, the system teaches them to compare, evaluate and do the weeding, I was weeded out, but my love, Hey thats a joke !!!!!!!!
The moment, I woke up from the " Manager Haunted Sleep " courtesy Asim Mehra my X manager, I could hear someone laugh, laugh his guts out. My hello's and attempts in different Languages made no Sense, the Laugh was emphatic, It signified a victory. The laugh ended and I hoped to hear this Alien Introduce me, all he said was your " First Love is getting Fucked Now". Then my job started to think who is he reffering to, affairs was common, heart breaks BAU !!!!.
Abin then settled dwn told me that the heroine of the most accalimed Love affair of my school days has officially being married. The girl is enjoying with her partner now, thanks to my taunts and bullying at school days, the news came from Dubai.
Love affairs at school are fun, when you turn around and think, Getting kissed and explaining the process to your freinds, who get calmmered under the stair case listening to the spiced up stuff , gives you the elevated status of having felt a woman!!!!!. Our gang had initiated the process for Abin with the heroine through me, Being a born Marketeer, My gang believed in me getting the project rolled out.Sadly, Instead of Abin, the chick chose me, there started the Affair which continued for the next Six years. The hidden meeting at the construction sites of the school, special classes that never happened, tears rolled out during vaccations, Money stolen from fathers pocket to call her up, The girl at the phone booth who acted as her friend an affair is a Drama in Itself.
I laughed at Abin for his ethusiasm for calling me up and taunting me, he was the most tortured soul during my school days and the torturer " Mr Deepak ". The call ended and I again went to sleep, but a pain remained, will remain, does not matter how much ever you laugh, you talk about practicalities of life, Love does not leave hapiness when lost, getting into it must be a very thoughtfull act. At school, you love and get loved for the no reasons, you do not bet your options and choices, future and needs are not evaluated, you love for the sheer joy of falling in love. People grow and so does the evil, the system teaches them to compare, evaluate and do the weeding, I was weeded out, but my love, Hey thats a joke !!!!!!!!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
About Terrorism and All that Crap !!!!!!
Read a book, quite a sensational one, which will make every human being look into himself and find out wether its life worth living that is being lived !!!!!. Intentional Living is an aspect that is seldom explored, we are logs of wood in water taken by a current from places to places, Intentional living is about swimming across the currents,Cutting through challenges and getting to the destination which kindles the light within your soul, which makes you live. For that we need a cause,a direction, an ambition which makes us put a fight, and Mortenson had one, Quite a big reason !!!!!!
"Three cups of tea" has awakened me more than any beverage that I had till date, not that we all can contribute to humanity the way Mortenson does, but the fact that the sheer thought of contribution towards humanity itself is a distant dream. " Islam is the best religion and Muslims are the worst followers " is a funny quote that I had heard quite sometime back, Mortensons experiences in Pakistan especially with illiterate and conservative muslims tells us that there are only these religions on this earth, the rich and the poor, the priviledged and the under priviledged,the survivors and Victims, Benificieries and the Exploited.For a teenager in tough terrains of Northern Pakistan, terrorism is not by choice its by force.Education is a luxury and Madrassas the only place to look up for any kind of formal " Education". Mortensons fight to get education in place for girls in Paksitan, is a much better fight that Americas war on terror, A fight which has meaning and sense, a fight which aims at helping a society to reach out to the world. This American getting justice in " Shariat" the most conservative muslim way of delivering justice and that too against powerfull religious leaders in Balti and Skardu, reflects the Quality of Justice system in the most dreaded parts of this world.
More inspiring is the way, this Ex- Mountaneer, Sleeps in the car, saves money and tries to get closer to his dream.For us the mortals, even for our selfish needs sacrificing the present for the future, always remains a challenging task.Shells that we fire against Pakistan, does not hurt the terrorists and the fundamenatlists, doesnt get to the Musharaff's and Bhuto's, all it does is to make a bunch of people homeless, kids fatherless and thier future hopeless.
Everywehere on this earth,there is only one war that is waged, the war to keep the strata of this society alive, the war to ensure that a bunch of people remains who could be exploited, a bunch who remains dependent on the upper class, A kwan which ensures that the life of others is easier, though thiers continues in misery.Every war, every struggle is waged at the cost of the poor, the blood that is spilled,does not get accounted under Jehad or under the Saffron register, It gets registered in the hearts of the families who loses thier sole bread winners, under wounds which leaves scars for a life time. I love Pakistan and the people there, Why would I fight a tyrant thousand miles a way, when there are thousand tyrants for me to fight a mile away.
"Three cups of tea" has awakened me more than any beverage that I had till date, not that we all can contribute to humanity the way Mortenson does, but the fact that the sheer thought of contribution towards humanity itself is a distant dream. " Islam is the best religion and Muslims are the worst followers " is a funny quote that I had heard quite sometime back, Mortensons experiences in Pakistan especially with illiterate and conservative muslims tells us that there are only these religions on this earth, the rich and the poor, the priviledged and the under priviledged,the survivors and Victims, Benificieries and the Exploited.For a teenager in tough terrains of Northern Pakistan, terrorism is not by choice its by force.Education is a luxury and Madrassas the only place to look up for any kind of formal " Education". Mortensons fight to get education in place for girls in Paksitan, is a much better fight that Americas war on terror, A fight which has meaning and sense, a fight which aims at helping a society to reach out to the world. This American getting justice in " Shariat" the most conservative muslim way of delivering justice and that too against powerfull religious leaders in Balti and Skardu, reflects the Quality of Justice system in the most dreaded parts of this world.
More inspiring is the way, this Ex- Mountaneer, Sleeps in the car, saves money and tries to get closer to his dream.For us the mortals, even for our selfish needs sacrificing the present for the future, always remains a challenging task.Shells that we fire against Pakistan, does not hurt the terrorists and the fundamenatlists, doesnt get to the Musharaff's and Bhuto's, all it does is to make a bunch of people homeless, kids fatherless and thier future hopeless.
Everywehere on this earth,there is only one war that is waged, the war to keep the strata of this society alive, the war to ensure that a bunch of people remains who could be exploited, a bunch who remains dependent on the upper class, A kwan which ensures that the life of others is easier, though thiers continues in misery.Every war, every struggle is waged at the cost of the poor, the blood that is spilled,does not get accounted under Jehad or under the Saffron register, It gets registered in the hearts of the families who loses thier sole bread winners, under wounds which leaves scars for a life time. I love Pakistan and the people there, Why would I fight a tyrant thousand miles a way, when there are thousand tyrants for me to fight a mile away.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
My good bye mail @ Microsoft !!!!!!
Hi Team,
It was an amazing run, one which can give a man confidence to turn the world upside down. All the assignments that I had taken till date, from a re-training batch in IE7, to an SDIP team of close to 100 and last but not least the Vista backend, I had tasted success, Success which makes me indebted to a big bunch of people.
I would like to take a lot of names but would limit it to a few, John Samuel who inspires everyone by his punctuality,Vijay Chellappa and Rishi for their indefatigable dedication, Amal for keeping his foot to the floor even at that level,Chenna and Praveen for the practical perspectives they have about the work and the business, Nithin and Madhan for the support and friendliness, Manesh and Deepak for choosing me to handle the backend, last but not least Arul for being the manager he continues to be.
At this minute, am distressed about the fact that I am moving at a time when everything looks the way we wanted,“ Vista painted in green”. I would proudly say that I played a role in the team who fixed Vista, and in this note would like to thank Sriram for being supportive and to have allowed me to try things that I wanted to.
I am sure, I would miss this crowd, the liveliness and the energy, the reviews and rigor and the whole team. I would look up to the company for the fact that it gave me a career and wish the team every success in future endeavors.
Regards,
Deepak.K.C.
It was an amazing run, one which can give a man confidence to turn the world upside down. All the assignments that I had taken till date, from a re-training batch in IE7, to an SDIP team of close to 100 and last but not least the Vista backend, I had tasted success, Success which makes me indebted to a big bunch of people.
I would like to take a lot of names but would limit it to a few, John Samuel who inspires everyone by his punctuality,Vijay Chellappa and Rishi for their indefatigable dedication, Amal for keeping his foot to the floor even at that level,Chenna and Praveen for the practical perspectives they have about the work and the business, Nithin and Madhan for the support and friendliness, Manesh and Deepak for choosing me to handle the backend, last but not least Arul for being the manager he continues to be.
At this minute, am distressed about the fact that I am moving at a time when everything looks the way we wanted,“ Vista painted in green”. I would proudly say that I played a role in the team who fixed Vista, and in this note would like to thank Sriram for being supportive and to have allowed me to try things that I wanted to.
I am sure, I would miss this crowd, the liveliness and the energy, the reviews and rigor and the whole team. I would look up to the company for the fact that it gave me a career and wish the team every success in future endeavors.
Regards,
Deepak.K.C.
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