Thursday, September 23, 2010

Swades - "we the contemporary youth" --- ohh really ??

Born in a hospital, inhaled oxygen from whatever air was available (polluted/fresh ... i do not know) I started to walk, I remember the first day in school, I grew up, played football, played cricket, venerated Sachin, challenged myself to run faster than others in 100 mts (though today I am not as fast as I used to be), sat on the rooftop with friends to solve group D problems (self study, 1051 etc), passed board exams, congratulated friends, went home. And so was the life of all of us in school.

A few days later applied for admission in Junior college. Was confused, many different forms for different people. Some of my friends took the white while some took the yellow ones. I did not understand what is going on. Asked one of my friends.

He : Do you come under reserved category?
Me : How do I determine that?
He: Ask your parents.

Asked my parents ....

Me : Dad, what is reserved category?
Dad : Why do you care?
Me: We have different forms of different colours for each category, What is this category stuff anyways ?
Dad : Well you just take the unreserved category form. Category is a long debate. It is not time for you to think about it. You just need to study, get good marks and go ahead in life.
Me : OK

The next day. Talking to my best friend.

Me : It is the unreserved form. Which one is it?
He : the white one.
Me : ok. (Ordered two white forms)
He : why 2 ?
Me : For us.
He : I need to take the yellow one.
Me : Why? Do you come under reserved category?
He : Yes.
Me : ok. Anyways what is the difference?
He : I do not know.

So when I went home and told my mom about this reservation thingy, she said "Well you will have to score more marks than your friend if you want to get into the same college as your friend ...."

Why is my mom talking so nonchalantly about this and why the heck do I need to score more marks than him. We have studied altogether all these years, we will study together again and would nearly get the same marks.
Mom : Well you have more competition and lesser seats available than ur friend ....
Me : What the hell !!!
Mom : Ask your dad.


Both of us got science stream with vocational electronics. Studied ... passed 12th .... and CET. Applied to Engineering .... wanted COEP (actually IIT's but could not clear the mains .... crap) but got into PICT. My friend got COEP. I realized I was separated from my friends due to this shitty reservation thing.

Reservation of any form is not healing the differences introduced by caste system. At the same time, I do not agree that the age old Indians who introduced caste system were dumbos. They did whatever was right at that time. The sane people of old times just did not have the vision for the next thousand years. They underestimated the presence of GREED in people. As it turns out the old greedy brahmins made most out of it since they had all the powers. The situation is no different today. Greed rules and when we have power we are reluctant to change. The people in power take advantage of the powerless. Politicians' kins enjoy all kinds of walkaways from all sorts crime right from rape to murder. Politicians breed gundas to serve them in need. Even the President enjoys traffic free rides in "His/Her" ambassador along with the cordon of security professionals clad in safari suit and Ray Ban glasses :P An ambulance is given less priority than the president(seen it with my own eyes). The life of an Indian national is less important than the traffic free ride of the President. Anyways lets not digress.

Reservations will never mend the situation in India. Instead it is acerbating the differences introduced by the age old and obsolete caste system. The government thinks or rather proposes that reservations will bring equality and justice to the underprivileged. What is reservation serving? Nothing, except guaranteed admission to the premier institutes in the country even though one does not score good marks? I think the real underprivileged people crave for honor in the society more than admissions. What is the government's plan of action to reinstate the honor ?? Instead, the government issues official caste validity certificates to the SC/ST, OBC and other caste families, duh!! What needs to be eliminated is being officially recognized in the country based on the family of birth.

This is leading to a lot of pressure on the school going children. The non-reserved category students have to scuffle through this tough competition. They no longer bear any scruples for cheating on their friends. All the sensitivity, childishness, purity is lost. Most of all the creativity is lost. A child who is skilled in arts is forced into engineering. Parents have started acting like consultants for their children. Think objectively right from kinder garden?? The probability of the child to become one of the greats (like Sachin Tendulkar, Lata Mangeshkar, A.R. Rehman, Baichung Bhutia/Cristiano Ronaldo, Sardar Vallabbhai Patel, Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam) is minimal as compared to the safe path of pursuing engineering and getting a job in an IT company with a decent salary. I mean what are the odds, one in a hundred billion compared to a billion in a hundred billion??? And my argument, if I venerate Cricket, do I need to be Sachin?. If I love football, do I need to get a place in the Indian football team?? Let the youth play for fun .... let them enjoy the fun of sports and not think of the monetary gains. Having said that, the counter argument says, "more than 50% of Indian families are middle-class. All that the middle class thinks about is having a decent apartment, a decent 4-wheeler and a good salary."

Let me share an example. A university is offering 100 seats for a Computer Engineering program.

Total : 100 seats
Reserved category : 50 seats
Reserved for women : 33 seats
Remaining seats : 17 seats

The situation in South India is worse. In south India we have 75% quota for reserved category. Plus the newly introduced "Women's" quota.

I think you can imagine why there is a increase in sale of anti-depressants among the youth. We can see the loss of creativity. Most of the new Indian films are the degraded version of their Hollywood counterparts. I do not know of any great painter from India. I do not know of any sport being financially capable of atleast proper training facilities other than Cricket in India. I do not hear any parent bragging about their child being among the top athlete in their state. Instead even though their child is one of the top athletes in the state, children are forced to leave athletics for their greater good!!!

I say, all this bourgeois thinking will dour the creativity of a child ....

The great leaders said, "the students, the youth of India are the designers of future India" But if the creativity is lost, who will design the future of India? The government never learned from the British. It is known to every human on earth that the british used "divide and rule" policy in India and were very successful in overthrowing all of the opposition. The Indian govt. is dividing the people or rather the youth on the basis of caste. The young brawny minds of future India should not argue over the situation of caste and reservations. If they start arguing, India will be further divided.


If you ask any SC/ST or a reserved category student to have his thoughts on reservations, he/she would rather act diplomatic since they do not want to hurt their non-reserved category friends. If you ask a non-reserved category student he might go on and on (like my post) without any end to it. What I would really like to see in an "average" Indian youth is that, we should understand that we need not give in to the imperfections of the government. We have better things to do !!!!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

The Indian Dream (Football)

I came across this write-up and could not resist but react.

http://www.goal.com/en-india/news/3294/the-indian-dream/2010/06/20/1985857/the-indian-dream-dont-blame-cricket-blame-y#comments


I would say it is the fault of the Indian media. They give more importance to what makeup Katrina is wearing or what bikini Bipasha is endorsing .... The media never reported Dempo winning the I-league or had day long discussion on I-league with Mandira Bedi wearing the sexiest saree available and repeat this telecast for days together..... The media made IPL the way it is. We do not see large columns or catchy taglines in newspapers about football. Or in a sense I would say ... since fball is smooth sailing ship in India which noone boards just because there is no money involved. Or we see no controversies surrounding fball with politicians or glamorous people from bollV getting involved into fball ... or Shilpa Shetty dating an Indian fball star or owning a fball club ..... The best an Indian player can do outside India is play for Kansas city (might not be even compete with the fourth league teams in any european league)

In India fball is taking a turn, dont blame others for not knowing the fball players in Indian team... why the hell should we know the players in Indian team? They never play the best fball.... I watch Sachin not because he is called God of Cricket, I watch Sachin playing because he plays with such grace that we can learn form him.... Watch the smaller leagues, 5 a side tourneys and all... u'll get the feel of fball in India. fball is improving in India just because of the impression of UCL and EPL on the youth. We watch these great teams play and learn from them. Do not tell me that Man Utd is a overrated club in India. It is the 1999 trebble that generated the interest of people watching EPL and UCL in India. More than 50% of youth in India love Rooney playing for Man Utd (even the chev fans or the scousers agree that Rooney is a great player though they usually accept the fact with some negative content, he is just a bully) ... Most ppl only know Beckham or Cristiano Ronaldo, why ?? They have a lot of presence in the media than any other players in the world. Very few youth watch the Spanish league and watch Messi play in the Spanish league. Most of them watch Messi playing only in UCL. Why? It is just because EPL and UCL has more presence in the Indian Media (ESPN and STAR SPORTS atleast) than Spanish league or Bundesliga or in fact there is noone watchin the Copa American leagues just because it has no presence in the Indian Media... No one cares who won the Copa campionship. The endorsements and the money that ESPN and STAR SPORTS get for showing EPL and UCL (Ten Sports) is what made fball more presentable to Indians and thus we begn to atleast watch fball....

I remember watching ONGC Nehru cup when I was in 5th grade or so when the final was played between India and Pakistan (it was the only reason I was watching the match) I was amazed by the passion of Indian fball players. It is then I started respecting fball. The Indian players were playing with such passion that noone was ready to get substituted. In a way this is lame. It shows the weakness of the coach or manager. But the Indian captain sacrificed himself for the sub. And finally India won. I was elated by the win. Start having more such matches. Have India Pak play more matches in a league. Let the passion spread ... atleast India vs Pak will attract the Media. The fball players will have their names printed on our TV screens, let them get some fame.

I remember that Bayern Munich played a exhibition match against Mohan Bagan at the Salt Lake stadium in West Bengal and it got some media cover just because it was Oliver Kahn's last game before retirement. I remember that the Salt lake stadium was packed with more than 1 LAKH AND 20 THOUSAND spectators. Yes, for the fball noobs in India, the Salt Lake stadium in Kolkata stands second in the world in terms of capacity. It is in the league of May Day Stadium(North Korea), Camp Nou (Barcelona), Estadio stadium (Mexico), Soccer city stadium (SA) and Wembley (ENG).

Has anyone from India other than the ppl in Kolkata cared for the biggest derby of Indian fball? West Bengal vs Mohan Bagan. The passion in Kolkata is so high that Kolkata witnessed riots concerning a controversial decision by the referee.

The effect of media is not hard to recognize. Just hint about Lakers or introduce Kobe Bryant in the after dinner talk and most of the Indians who went to USA will start on it at length, "Lakers got their sweet revenge, didn they? There aint no sport greater than basketball … ". Or an insinuation to Super Bowl will make u suffer the long ardent talk about American fball. An Indian watching American fball for the first time is surprised to know that catching the fball is not “hand balll” in America and to watch the same person getting emotional about Super Bowl is something special. The media does play a very important role to guide our interests.

I know a player of Indian origin ... he plays for Atheletico Madrid, used to play for Sunderland ... "Michael Chopra". Some ppl say he makes India proud. I say, he feels nothing for Indians being proud of him. He is of Indian origin but not Indian. Did India made him the player he is today ? No, it is his own determination, hard work and instincts that made him the player he is today.

A big finger (in fact a "moving finger", fans of Dr. Sheldon Cooper would understand) to whoever says that we do not respect Indian fball. We are Indian fball, we are the hoi polloi of Indian fball. It doesn’t matter which league we ardently follow or which club we support or the colors we wear, the fact that fball is not in Indian blood or was never so cant be wiped off. We watch good fball and learn to paly good fball. Let us take the wrong turn if you feel so. I can’t just pick up a team from the I-League and start following it. After all why should I? Just for the sake of it ??? Let us say that I follow Pune FC just because I have been in Pune for more than 6 years. But the fact remains, I do not give a shit if they lose, I do not get goosebumps when PFC scores in injury time or PFC draws against Mohan Bagan. It is about time fball in India has to revolutionize. It cannot be done by encouraging people to pick any team form a list and hope they ardently follow it. VJ Mallya invested 8 crores in Indian fball (the Indian colors endorsed Kingfisher for some time) and to what result....nothing? At least I cannot say that Suni Chhetri or Baichun Bhutia is my role model.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Welcome to the island....

I had this crazy dream a few days back. Wanted to write about it since then.

It was a sunny/damp Mumbai afternoon. I was standing in a row for the visa interview. Afterall I had secured admission in one of the best Universities in the world. Its my turn. Went inside. The VO scurried around some docs and then turned towards me.

VO : Hi
Me : Good Afternoon Mam.
VO : Okay, so I see you have all the financial docs, I-20 and other materials. But ..
................... freaking silence .................... nerves .................. still silence ........................... she was not able to find some doc. I decided to break the silence
Me : Is anything missing Mam?
VO : Ahh, here it is ... the LIST
ME : what is this LIST?
VO : It is Jacob's LIST
ME : ~confused~ Jacob??? :O :O
VO : Yes, you are indeed special .... {freaking silence ..... like they have in Indian Idol before announcing the anticipated result } (sudden thought of Wendi Miller came into my mind, I am special) .... still silence ... f***
VO : So, Jacob has listed you. Welcome to the island and enjoy your stay. ~smiles~
ME : ~confused~ Thank you.

A few days later I board the "Oceanic 815" .... ~Deja Vu~ I thought. A few moments later ....
I am on the island ... All I can see is a crashed plane, and a few other people around me. I do not remember what happened. It was like we crashed ...... Suddenly I see "Hagrid" guiding the way. He was saying

"The University welcomes you. Follow me. Do not get lost" ~his looks zoom deep into my eyes~

I joined the congregation.
A few miles offshore, Hagrid lead us into a HATCH .... ~Deja Vu~ I have seen this HATCH somewhere ... I just cant rememb... fuck shit... Desmond used to stay here.... shit am I on "the island", the island that moves through space time continuum whenever a bronze age wheel is turned???? I am one of the freaks !!!!!
Suddenly I see a lot of candles suspended in the air. (WTF) A grating voice of Locke is heard. Locke appears from nowhere at the podium and
"Welcome to the Island my friends, I am the new Dean. Some bad news first, Jacob is dead". Then suddenly ~the weird black smoke monster sound is heard~ .......

The next thing I see is a lone orient fan rotating anticlockwise. Shit, it wasn't real ???


p.s. : I was watching LOST since a week (se01 to se06 completed in a week's time)

Thursday, April 1, 2010

untitled ...


मुलगी - हॅल्लो.... हॅल्लो...
मम्मी - हां हॅल्लो...
मुलगी - हॅल्लो, मम्मी मी बोलतेय.
मम्मी - अग बोल आणि आवाजाला काय झालय तुझ्या ?
मुलगी - बसलाय.
मम्मी - कशाने गं ?
मुलगी - आईसक्रिम
मम्मी - मग काही घेतलस की नाही ?
मुलगी - घेतलं ना. दुसरं आईसक्रिम.. म्हटलं काट्यानेच काटा काढावा.
मम्मी - सुपीक आहेस हो, आज अचानक कसा काय फोन केलास ?
मुलगी - अग, 'करेन करेन' म्हणत होते. जमलच नाही. तसं आताच कळलय यापुढे आमचं बिल कंपनी भरणार म्हणून. तसा केला फोन.
मम्मी - खरच की काय ?
मुलगी - मग. हवं तेवढं बोलू. फुल्ल टॉकटाईम आहे.
मम्मी - बरं, तू कशी आहेस ?
मुलगी - कशी काय ? तशीच आहे. पाच फुट दोन इंच, रंग गोरा...
मम्मी - अग कशी म्हणजे ... मजेत आहेस ना ?
मुलगी - अगदी मजेत.
मम्मी - आणि जावयबापू काय म्हणताहेत ?
मुलगी - कुठे काय म्हणतोय तो ? घरात असला तर म्हणेल ना ?
मम्मी - देवा, तुझी सेकंड लेंग्वेज निदान मराठी घ्यायला हवी होती. कसे आहेत जावयबापू ? मजेत आहेत ना ?
मुलगी - काय माहीत. असेल कदाचित. त्याचा ना एक प्रोब्लेमच झालाय.
मम्मी - काय ग, काय झालं ?
मुलगी - कसं सांगू ? लाज वाटते बघ सांगायला.
मम्मी - अरे देवा, अस झालय तरी काय ?
मुलगी - अग त्याला ना...... अॅसिडीटी झालीय.
मम्मी - अॅसिडीटी ?
मुलगी - हो ना.... त्याला हा प्रोब्लेम छोटाच वाटतो पण मला किती मोठा प्रोब्लेम होतो म्हणून सांगू ?
मम्मी - तुला कसला ग प्रोब्लेम ?
मुलगी - अगं, हा कायम पोट धरून आणि मी नाक धरून.
मम्मी - पण अचानक अॅसिडीटी कशी काय झालीय ?
मुलगी - काही नाही ग. हा सगळा बाहेरख्यालीपणाचा परिणाम
मम्मी - अग, काय बोलतेस काय तू ?
मुलगी - खरं तेच सांगतेय.
मम्मी - इतक्या कॅज्युअली कसं काय बोलू शकतेस ?
मुलगी - आता जे आहे ते आहे. सांगायला लाज कसली ?
मम्मी - म्हणजे तुला त्याचा हा बाहेरख्यालीपणा चालतो ?
मुलगी - नाईलाज आहे ग माझा. मी तरी काय करू ? मला नाही जमत.. सकाळी सकाळी उठायला... डबा बनवायला..
मम्मी - आता हा डबा कुठे आला मध्येच ?
मुलगी - अग, मी जेवणाचा डबा बनवून देत नाही म्हणून तर तो...
मम्मी - तुला हे बोलवतं तरी कसं ? एवढ्याश्या कारणांमुळे तो दुसर्या बायकांकडे जातो आणि तू...
मुलगी - अग मीच सांगितल त्याला. जा म्हणून.
मम्मी - तू ?
मुलगी - घरगुती जेवण असतं त्या बायकांकडे. पण याला काही स्वतःची अक्कल आहे की नाही ? रोज रोज ती करी, बिरयाणी कशाला खायची ? असलं चमचमीत खाल्ल्यावर होणारच ना अॅसिडीटी.
मम्मी - तू काय बोलतेयस हेच मला कळत नाही.
मुलगी - अग, असं उठसुठ बाहेर खाल्ल तर मग दुसरं काय होणार ?
मम्मी - याला तू बाहेरख्यालीपणा म्हणतेस ?
मुलगी - असं काय करतेस ? तुझं मराठी एकदम विक झालय बघ. बाहेर खाण्याला हाच शब्द आहे मराठीत.
मम्मी - कळलं तुझ ज्ञान. एक काम कर, रोज त्याला दुध देत जा.
मुलगी - चल.... काहीतरीच काय ? दुध प्यायला तो काय कुक्कुलं बाळ आहे ?
मम्मी - अगं, माझ्या बाये, थंड दुध देत जा. त्याने अॅसिडीटी कमी होईल. अजून काही प्रोब्लेम नाही ना ?
मुलगी - नाही कसा ? हल्ली फारच आंबटशौकीन झालय तो.
मम्मी - अरे देवा, हे आता काय नवीन ?
मुलगी - हो ना. परवा कैर्या घेऊन आला, काल आवळे आणि आज लिंबू आणणार आहे म्हणे. लोणचं कर म्हणतो ? मला कुठे येतय ते ? आंबटशौकीन कुठचा !
मम्मी - माझ्याकडे पाठव.
मुलगी - त्याला ?
मम्मी - गधडे, कैर्या, आवळे माझ्याकडे पाठव. मी देईन लोणचं बनवून.
मुलगी - तुला कुठे येतं लोणचं बनवायला ? आपल्याकडे तर जेवणसुद्धा बाबाच बनवतात. लोणचं बनवायला शिकले की काय ते ?
मम्मी - बाबा ? अग तुझे बाबा जाऊन चार वर्षे झाली ? विसरलीस की काय ? तू मधूराच बोलतेयस ना ?
मुलगी - नाही. मी माधूरी.... अय्या, राँग नंबर लागला वाटतं. सॉरी हें... मधुराच्या मम्मी...


p.s. Untitled ase naav ka dile he vicharu naka ... mala pan mahiti nahiye

Saturday, February 27, 2010

a discourse on a function called life ....

int life(int *min_age, int max_age); // function that executes life from "min_age" till "max_age" and returns status "1" for bad life and status "0" for a wonderful life

int desperate_call_to_life(int *age)
{
*age=5;

status = life(age, (*age+18));
return status;
}

int main()
{
int *age;

while (1){
if(*age ==23 && !strcmp(occupation, "corporate")){

status = desperate_call_to_life(age);

if (status == 0 )
{
break;
}
}
*age++;
}

return 0; // main should never return unless we had a wonderful life
}


I happened to write this function on facebook reading one of my friends comments. I wish life was such simple as a C program that executes as said. Instead life is so complicated that the thread stack would not be suffice to store all the parameters of life.

life (int parameter_a, int parameter_b, ....)


Think of a mathematical polynomial function LIFE = L(f) = f(x,y,z, .........) with infinite and dynamic variables (a dynamic variable is a variable which gets introduced into our lives without a hint or rather premonition) Sometimes it is a blessing to have such a dynamic variable bring happiness in our life. Sometimes such a variable can defer the happiness and sometimes it can bring bigger problems with it.

The curve of this exceptional function cannot be drawn immaculately on a piece of paper, the function needs to be lived. Some parameters are involuntarily introduced into our function while some we can control. Think about it and decide which controlled parameters we can throw out. (for eg : laziness, smugness, smoking, drinking, etc ....)

Afterall some visionaries could discern their own curve and inject some better parameters of hard work and sacrifices into their own function to live their vision.


Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Puneite ....

"Pune is said to be the educational and cultural hub of India..." wait .. I have a question. Is it really?? If I were someone from a different planet and came to visit the earth and wanted to know of all the cultures and was suggested to visit Pune, what would I conclude about the great Pune culture?
Here is the human readable version of the analog message I would transmit back to my planet ......


Pune is said to be the cultural hub of India. FYI, India is a country on planet Earth and Pune is a city. Damn these earthlings, they have such abstractions to obscure the real truth. Earth is divided into several countries, yes divided, by some virtual borders not visible from outer space (wierd, aint these earthlings are ... ) An individual needs to get a visa (means permission) ... pch .. such recondite rules; to cross these borders. Anyways I would like to keep this message short and wont digress any further.

Pune is full of youth, zeal and enthusiasm. I did not feel a bit secluded during my 6 years of stay here. Even though I preferred solitude in the past I am a changed person. I am a Puneite and a puneite is never a drab. The most satisfying part of Pune is the climate. Pune is blessed with warmth and compassion. Get up in the morning, take a walk and you'll know why Pune is called beautiful. The warm sunlight, the cool breeze and the beautiful gals enjoying the morning walk (okay ... it is more of a strut showing off their debonair mannerisms) Come evening, and it is time to hang around the hot spots. In Pune, no time is a bad time to hang out with friends. Come weekends, start your bike and vrooooom along the nearby ghats. The uncanny ghats will never disappoint you and will provide all the thrill in monsoons. Never miss the monsoons in Pune. Plan a trek every weekend in monsoons.

The space travel, the intra cellestial super bowl or the CPL (cellestial premier league) which we are proud bragging about, is nothing but an incomprehensible drivel for these Pune gals. If you wanna hit on a Pune gal, please do listen to Jay Sean, Plain White T's, Taylor Swift, Beyonce, Justin Timberlake, A.R. Rehman, Enrique and do not miss "Hotel California" and "Summer of '69". The gals love suave, elegant and genial men. The gals are attention seekers and be sure to praise every thing they wear/carry. I miss being a student in Pune. It is a blessing in disguise.

The student mantra "start your bike and enjoy the ride". wait ... did I say, enjoy?? Sorry, my bad. I now come to the saddest part of Pune. Traffic!!! The people of Pune are helpful and friendly only when they are not driving. The most irritating part is that people do not know the difference between upper and dipper. They merrily flaunt the "upper" even under bright street lights. When asked to switch to dipper they say "Should I concentrate on upper and dipper or on driving?" This is a generic response from gals. Guys are better at saying that the dipper wont work!!! *$#^@&@* Worse expletives could be mentioned, but I refrain from writing them here since our bandwidth is secure and needs to be kept bland. Such expletives could block the message. I could teach you some when u get here ;)

Be aware of a PMT (please google first) ahead of you. It can irrationally turn 30 degrees in one swing of its steering. Rikshaws are so agile that they can turn 90 degrees given any instant. Some rikshawalas upgraded themselves to cabs and so a cab too can irresistibly turn by any angle. Lane rules are not followed in Pune. People change lanes more frequently than the promiscuous Casanova changing bedroom mates.

.... and one more thing, please google Pune's traffic, Kaka Halwai, Chitale bandhu, Desai Ambewale, Shrimant Dagdushet Halwai ganpati, marathi literature, e-square, inox, cadB-cadM, University of Pune, Fergusson College and PICT and ofcourse to enter India you need to know of the two legends Sachin Tendulkar and Lata Mangeshkar.

Puneite I have been and will remain so until, shit ... damn it scotty!! I asked you to beam me up years ago!!

Saturday, February 13, 2010

close encounters...

It was 6 : 15 PM, Saturday the 13th. I was wearing a long lost shirt. I thought about wearing this shirt twice before I donned it. It was the same shirt I was wearing a few months back when a large hefty truck had bumped into my bike's bum. I was in a shock to see my bike under the truck's large tyre and the crumpled tail lights nearby. I shook off the morbid fear and started towards KP(Koregaon Park). I was enroute KP with a friend. It was such a great evening. I took the kirkee signal and speed past the roaring traffic across the Mumbai Pune Highway into a small desolate road leading towards Bombay Sappers. I could see the red sun towards the western horizons added with fresh breeze and some meager amounts of carbonmonooxide. It was never so pleasant to drive across the Holkar Bridge with such low amounts of unwanted carbon forms. I was about to drive across Bombay Sappers when my instincts suggested I better go to Shoppers Stop and buy some gifts for the V-Day.

I took a turn towards the kirkee war cemetery and joined the crowded wakdewadi road again. Believe me, it is such an ordeal to drive on these Pune streets. Anyways I can have another blog on Pune's traffic, but for now lets go back to wakdewadi road. Entered the mall, searched for a never seen before kind of a gift, did not find it, search failed. Thought I would get a gift from KP. Was about to return to my original quest towards KP, when my friend's dad called and gave the news. "DO NOT GO ANYWHERE, RETURN HOME ASAP". My phone buzzzzzed. I saw the message. SHIT SHIT SHIT.......

I was so dumbfound that I started perusing each letter in the message carefully. It clearly said "BOMB BLAST IN GERMAN BAKERY. DO NOT GO TO KP". It was a different feeling. Had I not turned towards Shoppers Stop, I could have seen the blast live, worse I would have my mouth full of some charred brown bread sandwich and a free tanned/charred skin in return. And the worst feeling of all, I could be the one to open the bag full of explosives. It was a chaos, a turbulence in my head. Took some time. Cooled down, composed and was back to myself again. Thought I would go to KP and provide whatever help needed. Well I could donate some blood if needed. But then the adrenaline dozed off after some senti calls from home. "Adhich gharachya lamb rahatoas" and all sort of stuff.

Came to my apartment, listened to what the news channels had to say and tried to sleep. Could not sleep and started writing (in fact typing) .... the benevolent hunch ....

Thursday, February 11, 2010

some random thoughts on "GOD" ...

You might wonder what will I talk about GOD. It is the jabber of a recluse, a secluded depressed and a "failed in life" kind of a person. All the young brawny brains like me are thinking why am I even talking (or in fact writing) gibberish. But, if seen from a different angle, you know of what I am talking and can comprehend the jabber. It makes such a difference of thought when we change perceptions abruptly and be more aware of our own mistakes and accept them.

It is the same way when we have to hit on a beautiful gal and we counter all her "NO's" into a "YES" in an intelligent and subtle way. Consider the following statements, "Mumbai belongs to me" and "I belong to Mumbai" . This is a perfect example of subtle, cautious and calibrated statement with abrupt change of perceptions. It makes such a difference when I say "I belong to Mumbai" and not the other way round.

Can we think the same way about GOD and its creation? We say that GOD defies logic but instead an abrupt change in perception will make you think that GOD is actually a part of logic to save the sanity in this world. We always say that GOD created the universe and eventually humans. Instead we can say that we humans created GOD. And it seems to be logical. GOD came into existence with the humans. The humans created logic and also saw logic being defied by nature. So as to preserve the sanity of logic humans coined the term "GOD". Anything that defies logic is a creation of GOD. Call it GOD or X or Y or anything else but this variable (X or Y or GOD) perfectly fits in to save logic.

I am not an atheist. I believe in the ultimate power and I call it the variable "X" in an unsolved polynomial equation of life rather than calling it GOD. After all we are humans and we have to follow a nomenclature to be called "sane", but again an abrupt change of perceptions brings me to the realization that being sane actually means, understanding the fact that the nomenclature and the myths about GOD are just abstractions and are virtual functions provided by the framework of life which we have to implement so as to live our lives happily. The implementation of these interfaces changes according to the milieu in which we live. Designing the virtual interface cognates with the logical term called "Planning" and the unique implementation of such an interface can be called the "Pursuit of Happyness" :)

Every individual has some properties bequeathed from its parent classes. The individual has to provide interfaces for its parents, spouse/husband and children.
The Law : The number of interfaces an individual has to provide is equivalent to the number of interfaces he has to implement.
It is the responsibility of the individual to implement the virtual function provided by its parents, partner and children so as to lead a happy life together. And the chain continues.

So ultimately going back to where I started, GOD is nothing but the object oriented concept we use and religion is the object oriented language we use. The language can be as crude object oriented as "C" and as fine as "Java".

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Bachelor of Engineering or rather Entertainment/Arts/Philosophy ????

An engineers life SUCKS!!

First of all 'he' (the 'he' is intended .. ) needs to be a nerd all his life. Needs to work his ass out to clear the entrance exams just to end up in a college reputed for the HR chicks loitering in the campus during the placement season.

After all the hard work and night outs (pun intended), he finally gets a job in a reputed firm shelling out the best package in the industry. The loads of work and the limited timeline is just to make him realize that he is going to end up being a social pariah not because of his nature but because of lack of time for socializing. He is left contemplating whether he should let his social existence dour for his work or is there a trade off between the two ??

The introspection leads to loads of free time just to realize that an engineers life portrayed with loads of booze and sex can actually make millions. Yes, engineers are making money not just for the firm which they work for but to Literature/Arts/Bollywood.

The latest chick flick, "Ofcourse I love you ... until I find someone better" is no different. Kudos to the authors Durjoy and Maanvi!! The character Deb is surrounded by gals/chicks even though he is in an engineering college. It is quite unusual with the acerbating fact that he is into mechanical engineering. But he does manage to score some pretty Delhi chics and he finds his love in the most beautiful/hot chic from Greater Kailash.

I find it very ironical that a daunting life of an engineer can turn out to be an entertaining fact for everyone including the engineers themselves. I think the answer is right here. It is in engineering that we learn not to study and be conspicuously proud of it. It is in engineering that we learn to enjoy all the exploitation, learn to live life as it comes, smirk at the difficult times and laugh at our own mistakes. The exact embodiment being the phrase "All izz well". Given the aforesaid, why not be proud of the fact that we engineers are making millions across the world laugh.

Said that, I suppose we engineers could cope up with the difficult times because we had friends all around us. Being an engineer and an hostelite it is hard to be senti, but today I feel lonely and I really miss all my friends!!!

p.s. : Guys lets go to college next weekend and hit the b'ball court. What say???