Thursday, May 21, 2009

.... And Another one year

I don't know how but this time of may around last year i had thought that i would constantly update my blog.... and an year has gone by and today i am putting in this confession in public that i was relatively free this year than the previous year.... and still i fail to blog!!!

More interestingly I fail to understand why it has to be a week in May that i somehow decide to take it up again????? hmmmm needs some good logic......

But things have been more complex and harsh, so lemme just say i need to blog.... not for anybody else but myself...... and i promise myself to do that.........

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

It has been one long year

Yes, it has been one year since i last blogged. Life has taken a lot of twists and turns , ups and downs, and i have experienced all the nava rasa of life viz, happiness, anxiety, courage etc.... It was this time last year when i was in bangalore, completely clueless of what life had in store for me, as i am today, sitting here in gurgaon, doing my internship with IBM Daksh. A lot of things happened both in my world and in the other world as well, but to find a combination of leisure time and a mood to scribble something was never to be found.

I have lost touch with many of my friends who by the way have progressed in their professional as well as personal lives, from marriage to becoming a dad, and getting admissions in some of the best institutes on this planet, moving into some of the best firms known, people have done it! Way to go buddies!

All i have to say is .... " Miss you Guys!!"

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Independent India

India celebrates 150 years to its first fight for independence, and 60 years of independence.In last one week, things which happened around me, make me feel, that nothing has changed, except that earlier Powerful British exploited weak Indians and now, Powerful Indians exploit average, middle class Indians. Last week I had to visit a bank nearby, i took my bike n parked it on the pavement besides a tree. To my surprise, when I came out of bank, after a rough 2.5 hours, where bank officers enjoyed most of the time in tea/coffee breaks and chit chatting to each other, my bike was missing. I was very coolly told by the bank guard that the traffic department had taken my bike for parking in “No Parking”. No Parking besides a tree? On pavement of a bank?

I went to the local police station and the traffic in charge, instead of charging me for wrong parking, asked for all sought of papers, NOC, PUC, TAX, Insurance, DL, blah blah, blah… and after he showed no signs for consideration, I asked him what I must have asked to save a lot of time… “How much”? He gladly said 500, I refused, and finally he let me off for 400.My only crime, I am using a bike of KL (Kerala) registration in KA (Karnataka).

Only two days later, I was robbed in broad day light on a busy main street of Bangalore, BTM II nd stage, Udipi Gardens. He took nothing less than Rs 13,990/-, price of my 1.5 month old Nokia N70 mobile phone. In a state of huge shock, I went to nearby police station, where the constable ridiculed me for my “carelessness” and the sub inspector refused to take the FIR. Finally I got to meet the inspector, after a lot of “interrogation”, which almost made me feel like a criminal myself, he agreed to take the complaint, but refused to take the FIR. In an independent India, an engineer of a reputed firm like Wipro Technologies fails to register a FIR, which by the way is “right” of any citizen of “free” India. I can only imagine what a poor, uneducated, or say a rural Indian might be going through to file a FIR. It only explains to me how cases like Nithari go unnoticed for years.

But the tale of free India is not over yet, I go to Nokia priority dealer to get my mobile blocked, who in turn suggests me not to waste time on all this, as police will not give you an fir, and even if you have an FIR we cannot block a GSM phone, Untill the service provider (Hutch in my case) provides me with a letter stating that after FIR the mobile has been found in use, and further blocked by the company. I went to Hutch care shop, where I was enlightened about the fact that this can be done by a service provider, only if they would have paid there tax on time, which by the way only BSNL does. So even after I try hard to get justice for myself, I have been rendered helpless, speechless and desolated in all this happening only to say………… Mera Bharat Mahan! Jai Hind!!

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

oops! She did it again


Queen of Controversy is back in action, this time booked for hurting religious sentiments of Bhuddhists.I think she is definetly on her way to make a world record in number of controversies involved, she is certainly giving Salman Khan , a run for his money!LoL

Monday, April 16, 2007

The other face of Indian Economy

When foreigners say Bangalore is India's version of Silicon Valley, the high-tech office park called Electronics City is what they're often thinking of. But wait a moment, before you reach there, lets cross Hosur Road. This potholed, four-lane stretch of gritty pavement—the primary access to Electronics City—is pure chaos. Cars, trucks, buses, motorcycles, taxis, rickshaws, cows, donkeys, and dogs jostle for every inch of the roadway as horns blare and brakes squeal. Drivers run red lights and jam their vehicles into any available space, paying no mind to pedestrians clustered desperately on median strips like shipwrecked sailors.

Enter EC, and there is a significant change in the view, you hear are the chirping of birds and the whirr of electric carts that whisk visitors from one steel-and-glass building to the next. Young men and women stroll the manicured pathways that wend their way through the leafy 80-acre spread or coast quietly on bicycles along the smooth asphalt roads. This is exactly the place which is driving the economic boom in India, with over 40% of software exports emerging from this place secluded from the congested city of Bangalore.


But this economic boom is being built on the shakiest of foundations. Highways, modern bridges, world-class airports, reliable power, and clean water are in desperately short supply. For all its importance, the tech services sector employs just 1.6 million people, and it doesn't rely on good roads and bridges to get its work done. India needs manufacturing to boom if it is to boost exports and create jobs for the 10 million young people who enter the workforce each year. Suddenly, good infrastructure matters a lot more. The infrastructure deficit is so critical that it could prevent India from achieving the prosperity that finally seems to be within its grasp. Without reliable power and water and a modern transportation network, the chasm between India's moneyed elite and its 800 million poor will continue to widen, potentially destabilizing the country. The problems are even contributing to overheating in the economy. Inflation spiked in the first week of February to a two-year high of 6.7%, due in part to bottlenecks caused by the country's lousy transport network. Up to 40% of farm produce is lost because it rots in the fields or spoils en route to consumers, which contributes to rising prices for staples such as lentils and onions.

India today is about where China was a decade ago. Back then, China's economy was shifting into overdrive, but its roads and power grid weren't up to the task. So Beijing launched a massive upgrade initiative, building more than 25,000 miles of expressways that now crisscross the country and are as good as the best roads in the U.S. or Europe. India, by contrast, has just 3,700 miles of such highways. It's no wonder that when foreign companies weigh putting new plants in China vs. India to produce global exports, China more often wins out.

Blame it partly on India's revolving-door democracy, “leakage"—India's euphemism for rampant corruption, decades of underinvestment and political inertia, and the list might continue. And so it goes in India. Unless the nation shakes off its legacy of bureaucracy, politics, and corruption, its ability to build adequate infrastructure will remain in doubt. So will its economic destiny.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Hum Hindustani!

"Let me tell you about a little girl who was born into a very poor family in a shack in the Backwoods of Tennessee. She was the 20th of 22 children, prematurely born and frail. Her survival was doubtful. When she was four years old she had double pneumonia and scarlet fever - a deadly combination that left her with a paralyzed and useless left leg. She had to wear an iron leg brace. Yet she was fortunate in having a mother who encouraged her. Well, this mother told her little girl, who was very bright, that despite the brace and leg, she could do whatever she wanted to do with her life. She told her that all she needed to do was to have faith, persistence, courage and and indomitable spirit.

So at nine years of age, the little girl removed the leg brace, and she took the step the doctors told her she would never take normally. In four years, she developed a rhytmic stride, which was a medical wonder. Then this girl got the notion, the incredible notion, that she would like to be the world's greatest woman runner. Now, what could she mean - be a runner with a leg like that?

At age 13, she entered a race. She came in last - way, way last. She entered every race in high school, and in every race she came in last. Everyone begged her quit! However, one day, she came in next to last. And then there came a day when she won a race. From then on, Wilma Rudolph won every race that she entered.

Wilma went to Tennessee State University, where she met a coach named Ed Temple. Coach Temple saw the indomitable spirit of the girl, that she was a believer and that she had great natural talent. He trained her so well that she went to the Olympic Games.

There she was pitted against the greatest woman runner of the day, a German girl named Jutta Heine. Nobody had ever beaten Jutta. But in the 100-meter dash, Wilma Rudolph won. She beat Jutta again in the 200-meters. Now Wilma had two Olimpic gold medals.Finally came the 400-meter relay. It would be Wilma against Jutta once again. The first two runners on Wilma's team made perfect handoffs with the baton. But when the third runner handed the baton to Wilma, she was so excited she dropped it, and Wilma saw Jutta taking off down the track. It was impossible that anybody could catch this fleet and nimble girl. But Wilma did just that! Wilma Rudolph had earned three Olympic gold medals. "


Would wilma still be an olympic champ if she was born in India? Do we have that "professional" outlook and belief in some one else's dream? It's good to say and write "Proud to be an Indian", "India Poised", but untill and unless, we seriously do something about the attitude of people of this country, we might be missing out on many "Wilma's" who can make us proud. And the best person to start this change would be ....................??

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Missing the flavours of life

woh firaaq aur woh wisaal kahaan ?
woh shab-o-roz-o-maah-o-saal kahaan ?
thee woh ik shakhs ke tasavvur se
ab woh raanaai-e-khayaal kahaan ?
'eisa aasaan naheen lahoo rona
dil mein taaqat jigar mein haal kahaan ?
muzmahil ho gaye quwa'a 'ghalib'
wo anaasir mein 'eitdaal kahaan ?
[firaaq = separation, wisaal = meeting, shab = night, roz = day, maah = month, saal = year ,tasavvur = imagination, raanaai-e-KHayaal = tender thoughts , haal = spiritual ecstasy , wabaal = calamity, muzmahil = exhausted/idle, quwa'a = limbs, anaasir = elements, 'eitdaal = moderation ]
I don't remember when it was last when i laughed freely, when i called up a friend just to say a "hi", when i watched a complete movie on my laptop, went for a ride just for fun, teased a close friend, had a coffee in some nice ambience, bunked a "class", slept for long hours, i did not compromise, had fun....................................
Life just got very cruel to me, and i miss my Father a lot now a days, just started feeling whether God has left me alone in this concrete jungle, i want to look back and see if someone is with me...........