A vis-a-vis with the electronic city !!!

It so sometime happens that you want to give a start ,you have an idea, but when it gets to immortalizing it, you grow numb. No wonder I am going through the same phase currently. I am here, in a new world, its Bangalore, a city of dreams for software professionals, and unfortunately I was one of those.
It was 28th of may 2010 I first landed in Bangalore and was supposed to reside at the Didi's for the remaining,supposedly, thrilling days.I hired an auto rickshaw and it went through.I was exploring the city bathed in one of its evenings.Give one free look at it and you would find it booming and glazing much as the evenings of Diwali in our part of the world.Deep within,it saddened me,enough to exist till today.I don't know what had hit me but to me it seemed all so mechanical.The auto-wala was like honey sweetened with sugar,the mobile phone stuck at the top floor of every walking robot,who,I dont know how,was programmed with a bug of 'smile'.This 'smile' didn't come off the cause of the instant,rather was incessant.And if they say I am getting isolated ,so it may be.Because for me,life is to smile for a reason and to cry for another.I need to have all of them in my life,may it be smiles,sniffles or sobs,only they may have a reason to reside.
Only today,I was watching the movie 'Swades'.I know ,you,dear reader,would have liked it as much as I have,and might have verily questioned yourself when SRK was being interrogated for the same,but what is it and why is it that you keep yourself at bay ? Really,just question yourself,are the riches worth them ?What 'is' there in that 'FORUM' mall after all? Faces that haven't greeted well since there Bangalorian formations,isn't it ? Faces which would pass unnoticed until you question their status.Faces that would unbind the self within, when you pass for an equally mechanical objective! Whooopsss! Impossible,really it is to call this world real.Computers have only been created to the extent of the virtual memory concept,but whooooooo we have virtual faces here!!!
Terrible it is to watch India fade.We had a culture,to foster love,greet the elderlies,and respect lay in the essence of shame and reservedness!! Forget the emotions,even the words are obsolete now.I am not,in any way,disregarding the fact that India should,in time and thus fashion stick to the old,no!! Its just that the essence should be felt.It should be like a distant aroma from the garden of roses,the obvious raindrops at the apex of hilltop,that should always be persistent.we cannot afford to loose these things,which have guaranteed the existence of mankind,cultures and religions throughout the expanse of time.
The race has begun to better the average I.Q. levels among the people.Recently have I read,how they are coming up with the ideas to enhance the working memory,which corresponds to the sharpness and intelligence ofa person.All said and well done!! But why are the needs never fulfilled? Why has the lust for more ever been so very dominating? Why is shrieking in the face of cool winds on a cloudy day so uncouth ?Why is being human so unnatural?It has begun,a race of human against human.Now the nature of war is not between continents,not between countries or states,it has rather broken down to the level of people in neighborhood,who fight and compete to dominate.Gone are the days when people visited one another frequently to offer friendship ,love and faith.Now apartments of 3 by 4 are being divided as 12 individual flats,each one for itself.The war for survival has just begun and you,if dont pass for "sanity",better begin getting smarter soon ,or get ready to be probed by highly prioritized intellectuals,if at all you are worthy enough to befit the standards of machines,or less ,the spare parts.If no , bbye Tommy,find a place on Mars! Mother Earth has forgotten yet another child of hers,and itz time for you to leave..

The boy in the striped pyjamas

An 8 year old German Christian child (our C-boy) gets an old tutor,Herr Lizst,who is replacing his books of childish adventures with the current ADVENTURES that the boy's father and his fellowmen are in the pursuit of.He stands as a respectably ranked soldier who has been offered a task for his Fatherland ,to reinstate the credibility of his nation.

Well,as for the boy,as we all have been,it was a total bore,he hardly caught anything while her sister,12, enticed by the charm of another Herr WHO I don't know, was hallucinated with her inheritance.

Now,what if u have all the luxuries in the world and no one to share it with? Only your mind knows it is luxuries before u,then ask your heart.And then what do u expect of an 8 yr old child??Same did happen.But much before the monotone had succumbed him in its glutton,his only hobby,exploring,took him far into what he called "farms" and his father "camps".It was a child in there,a boy,in striped pyjamas,on the outskirts of the "farm",now 8 too,encamped by electrically wired fences, a Jew( our J-boy).

The drama begins in them meeting every other day to discuss of their lives.However lonely they were,they didn't complain of any,it were just facts for them,may be they needed to have a bit more of experience to note that point.Our C-boy used to steal some food from his place for his only friend and our J-boy,used to tell how his father was once a watch-maker and now worked with shoes in the camp.

And then one day,out of wonder,the J-boy appeared at the C-boy's place.He was helped in as there lay a vacancy for someone with "tiny fingers" to take care of the glass utensils,to polish them.The C-boy felt happy finding his friend about,and went along to talk to him of his late.Then knowing it,he offered him a sandwitch or a cookie,I know not,that was just leisurely laying about.And as soon as he took a bite,our Herr WHO walked in and inquired of his guts to have to eat the cream of the kings!! The J-boy confidently spoke of their friendship and told him how he came about that.The C-boy couldn't hold his nerve and spoke that it was the first time he had seen him and as soon as he entered,he saw the J-boy helping himself.He was then asked to leave and the J-boy later too ,only a bit more distorted.

It could be thought as an end to friendship,but as I said,they had to had a little more experience. The conscience in the C-boy kept appealing him,his tears told everything.Everyday he whirled to the farm,only to find another place of solitude,when his heart sank and he sinking back to his place,when one day,he reappeared,and forgave him on the C-boy's plead of guilt.

It was the day when the C-boy was about to leave his town,he went to the J-boy to help him find out his missing PAPA,the only way he thought to put up with his last failure in the face of friendship. He dressed himself up in the same striped pyjamas ,as the jews there,but,unfortunately, was asked to strip off his clothes by his father's men and was taken to that boiler which followed up to that chimney he had always seen from far,where he in his last moments realized was not the one where they dumped the non-living trash,but the human counterparts,the jews. But to tell u,he never left those tiny fingers!!

His people kept telling him ,not to get past that back door which eventually led to the farm of his.He never listened.He was incessantly being borne-in the idea that JEWS were his enemies,he never listened,but looked that through his optimistic scale,to find if their could be "nice" jews as well, who did not contaminate the C-culture.Well he failed,didn't he,the devil was right there in the J-boy,oh what an idiot.Now,if u people accept this angle,dont read past ahead,itz the end of my views for u,but for my friends,continue..

The C-boy was not there for no reason.He failed in the barbarian idea of the division of humanity ,into sect and cultures, but he passed as human.At the age of 8, he analyzed how very same that 8-yr old J-boy was, as he was. How he was not contaminating cultures ,how he was just a poor kid with a number on him to be identified , how he devoured the little pieces of chocolates he brought for him,and how in his innocence knew not to play with the ball,as it could have been "dangerous",how he could forgive him after being torn at his eyes,how his voice diminished on the idea of parting from him.Yes,I believe this was human.He paid his price for the little felony that he had made in the face of his friendship in the form of his life,but he, till the last, did not leave the J-boy's hand, it was a promise he looked to keep,and see how keep he did,didn't he??

Success

As per Wikipedia "a level of social status,achievement of an objective/goal,the opposite of failure" is success.How do the people of the present era comprehend it?A pedestrian in just a compromising suit and the battered chappal in his feet,smoking a filterless cigarette, is not successful.Why? Because his appearance is that of an ordinary man ,and the ordinary man is not successful.

We have succumbed to this idea ,specially in India.If you don't have the position,u are no near to being a winner.Going back to the past,the idea of evolution of man can be taken to be the most successful serial event that this part of the class mammalia can think of.Did we evolve with the discovery of gold and silver and copper?No way.Not at all.We evolved b'coz we had the knowledge to overpower and compete with the most that dominated him ,talk of physical capability.Then where does success demand wealth? I don't know.

Cowardice

People say that theoretically such a thing may be spoken of,practically it is not possible.As if PV=nRT , the most renowned gas law,fails when checked practically!! What nonsense is this,why don't we simply understand that all the physical stands we take,carry out, has a theory in its making??

Cowardice is something I hate.To stand back with a heart filled with an idea to hinder the ordeal of the hour is injustice to being called a man. Why, have you not been provided the incarnation to reason? Is standing to what you believe so bad?Is the anticipated predicament of the near future so torturous? Why then,after u have stood back ,are u going to escape another one following closely ? The one that emerges from your heart and has contentment in its making ?Naah, it can never be. And then u will be filled with the continual intervention of the same thought, why did I not actually 'live' that moment, the way I wanted to.Because there might be pitier eyes which had expectations in the pearls held between them.Because they actually wanted to make themselves proud by watching u stand adamant against the adversary.

The practical advises u get my friends,think them over.It is not always that u might b wrong.And what will that be after all ? A moment from all ur life.See,the comparison is infinitesimal.And the moment u stand to what ur conscience appeals to,ur character asks u 2, ur life will have changed. There wont be reverberations of any afterthought thereon and u will be a proud man !!

Destiny

"Aparna was looking awesome in her green sari ,adorned with all the jeweleries she had. The ecstasy constantly glittered in her smiles.It was the day when her film was released and under such coveted banner,there was no reason to be anywhere below the cloud 9.It was her first film after her first child Angel was born 3 yrs ago.The lovely child,who had felt the warmth of her motherhood,the eyes so green,and his fingers so small and his cheeks so red.

Aparna was leaving early with Rahul,her husband.The child was promised to be taken to the theater with the maid,Radha and the driver.It was quarter to 12 when the throng emerged at the hall,and so did Aparna ,with her husband and Angel,with Radha.What does a child look for in such a haphazard environment,one he is not used to? His mother.The ultimate comforter.His eyes were busy browsing for a glimpse of hers while she was busy adjusting her sari in order not to be chided by the so called cultured group of people around her.Anyways,Angel managed to win at last but only by a distance of 50 meters when he saw Aparna. And then he was happy to see her on the big screen all of a sudden.He was dancing to her sweet songs , was alluded by her gestures and cried as she did. And suddenly it happened.She was burning into flames.In the dolby digital theater,the sound was deafening!! The crowd clapped and the child wept.He wept to death.The horror was enough for the poor child.

The problem with children is that they sleep anywhere,anytime.Radha didn't notice what had happened,while Angel had left to be taken care by another angel.The crowd roared in appreciation for the movie.Rahul and Aparna kissed for the approval of the same. The bountiful joy of victory ,that day,came at the bier of her Angel.The lovely child,who had felt the warmth of her motherhood,the eyes so green,and his fingers so small and his cheeks so red,though his heart not beating anymore!!"

This is what is defined as destiny.Who was responsible for what had happened ? Was it Aparna or the innocence of the poor child ? Never did anyone know the reason for the demise and Radha was taken into police custody.

There are instances in life,where we feel so delusional and inappropriate about what is happening. You intend something and the results ,or the perspective from which people evaluate you for the same,are completely disjoint.You will feel to cry the hell out,but no one would understand.Then you would know what you should abide in,that's faith!!

LOVE

What are the odds that,what the Indian appearance in the Matrix Revolution said about love is true??He said," Its just another word".Well then,what would such bit-minded dumb-asses know about love?? I am not saying that I am an atheist and a firm believer or preacher.Its just feelings overwhelmed,with each of them unfolding a dilemma ,is it "ME" who thinks like that??Is it rational enough to not guarantee insanity ?? Or it can be let live the life its living within me..Yeah,yeah,yeah..I haven't been untouched..And as u would not expect,I am NOT a loser here.I'll throw an insight in words which exactly aren't symphonic,yet tell the truth.



Standing among the serene enchant of the ice-laden trees,
I was passing through bewildered,
Naught finding the remnants of the ever-fierce sun,
I chuckled to me,
It was my life’s manifestation..

Long ,long ,long I had lost her,
The sparkling of her eyes ,
Once shone my life,
Like the sun which shone to shackle the bitter cold,
Arising aspirations in the poor farmer,
Pacifying every face in the world,
Enhancing the stretch of life..again..

Today I stand abreast my doom,
Who knows ..who wins the Hide and Seek above,
Who knows when the sun shines in next,
For its destined ..
It not was her will to abscond..

Its human to try,
To comprehend the “why”,
Reasoning,”Is fate faster than love,
Will it guide me always??”

Will it never be compassionate,
For the love I made to her,
For the nights I yelped for her,
For the moments when she lay beside me,
And I sheltered her in my arms,
And curls of her locks,
Breathing in love, kissing me!!

‘Sometimes among the woods when we were passing by,
She asked me what will I do if she died??
I kissed her and clinched her close to feel my heart,
The thump was fast and I was all lost,
Enough to think if it was true,
Asked, “What would you do if it was you?”

The sun was shadowed by the wholesome dark clouds,
It poured and poured, our eyes albeit locked,
I read through her shy lenses,
It was me, only my reflection within,
The thunder struck, it roared -the satan,
She squeezed me ,I touched her soul,
And then I knew I never would want more…’

Now her sweet smile perturbs me,
Agitated I feel when the wolves cry loud in the woods,
The unresolved sniffles of hers still scream to my heart,
But memories cannot be followed,
For they always lead to the past,
Where the waves of hope surged so high,
Where the sun shone in the sparkles of her eyes,
It rained when tears rolled down her eyes,
When I had in my arms, my love, but passing by!!!

:Composed on (31-10-2008)

Intelligence

Well what did the great Mr.Albert Einstein do ?? Was he a first class grade seeker or was a leech when it comes to monetary terms ?? None of them..He was superb at observation and derivation.He could divide his surroundings to the bits of atoms and illuminated it not by a ray of light but by a blast of photons.Notice the discrimination and you would know why he used 98% of his brain while we stand at just over 6.

So what is intelligence??Quoting directly from the Wikepedia "Intelligence is an umbrella term describing a property of the mind comprehending related abilities, such as the capacities for abstract thought, reasoning, planning and problem solving, the use of language, and to learn. Intelligence is variously defined; it includes intellectual traits such as creativity, personality, character, knowledge, and wisdom."

To me intelligence is a turn-on.[:D]I would request people like Mr.Amartya Sen,Mr. Arindam Chowdhary , Ankit Fadia and the rest similarly classified souls to keep a distance off my blog,'coz u might end up counting me for a gay !! Anyways, intelligence to me does not simply define the excellence of a man speaking of a head,rather is adorned by his conscience,which is so innocent and pure. The heart does in no place inhibit the head, for intelligence is innovation and innovation is too stigmatizing for this world to post hurdles to these.

I once got across a phrase "Intelligence bound over beauty",it did not but help to mock over the man's coming through all this time ,how has physical attire taken over the untouched,the unseen. The only aspect that has helped a man to continually evolve is his intelligence level,which has been a way far ahead of the other creatures and here he is discriminating it from beauty!!

Well these thoughts were the intersection of what I have seen and what I have studied all this while.Getting a bit to the personal aspect, I have met some Bonds in my life.The never to forget would be the name of Anirban Ghoshal,my classmate,in this most deserted world of Kochi. A man that I may later reveal for his personal status and the rest but for now he stands for me as an idol of this post's heading. He is a person how I may define, an incarnation of luxuries and if u have been a constant learner,would know what I exactly mean by that! Not to skip are his measures for his life..none!! And u see where that "All is well" concept by my Guru stands tall [:D]..He has an artist's hand, an extraordinary learner,faster than a Cal-C and to tell you a logic that overpowers an interviewer..and I m not exaggerating ,of course!! But above all,he never cares for himself.A touch of selfishness has never gotten past him, takes a great care of people who really mean to him ,is so much down to earth and is always ready to help.And this is what anyone, even a nasty monster would look to respect,this is why his heart and head hardly clash, and this is why of all the people I have met ,I m blotting him down.

Stay tuned !!

Back again in no time!!

Well I was about to retire as a proven nerd..Yeah I know it is hard to believe that I have had all the goddamn clues my entire life what a complete shit am I made of and having reminisced them all,am still left the courage to blot it down today.But am I the only person to make this didactic statement of the physicality of feelings? The only downtrodden to have cherished nothing at all ?

Naah..The moment I raise my head to look around I see optimal faces with absolutely no idea about what they actually convey.Confiding with the truth of nature and the predicaments as though waves of time periods of a moment,these faces have been falling and getting to what I see as "automated".And what I know for sure is,they never will recuperate from it.Why?? Because none of us has the justice in himself to admit to the proliferation of incessant felonies that we have been making.Because our love for life is not solely granted to the satisfaction on account of happiness that we may get at the hands of our dear ones,eating chapati with onions,dancing wildly in the yellowish runs of the mustard guarded by the far azure horizon!! Our love comes in money,power to yell at a person though he might be a senior to us,in hanging around at the 100% higher costing multiplexes,with the Killer jeans on,a Lancer waiting to take us home,and stepping in none other than Nike or Reebok !! Huh, if even the grinding of the wheat to make a living costs the life of a poor insect,what will such atrocities take us to??

Sorry,I got a little carried away!!I had to defend u see[:P].Then,you might have got a reason to believe that I 'am' a nerd.But sincerely,has anything ever touched me ??I ll tell you ,they are intelligence and love..Stay tuned!!

My first post...

Guru RannchorDas ShayamalDas Chhanchhad ...well I named him and u exactly know what I m talking about. Its not a man from the scintillating and pulsating film "3 idiots",rather it is what is deepened between ur nerves ,every artery and vein therein. No one,as far as I believe,is born in chains and that is exactly what the Guru quoted.

As far as my most "dedicated" account for the past four years at this site of the Cochin University of Science and Tech,Kochi is concerned ,I have lived exactly what the Guru had been complaining about.I've always tried to walk myself past the fact that this was not what I wanted of my life to happen.I've been offered a job in the TCS,true, but something is missing here. This world of mine is of illusions, though I would believe if someone comes in signifying that it is the reality.I m lost between the world in its physical existence and the dominance of my psyche,which reiterates its presence whenever I find a reason and want to be happy.

The question ,the paramount,is what should I ask myself??Am I a loser,the first one..the second closely following..Am I a psycho?? The logical parameters of intelligence and choice making capacity that resides in the homo sapiens would rule out the second ,'coz I have already partitioned them into the loved ones ,friends,best-friends and the unknowns.If it wasn't so I could have not made that choice.Coming to the first one,"Am I a loser??"..My resume doesn't speak in compatibility with it in utmost modesty ,but my heart agrees to it as it praises the Guru..Yeah I suppose I am .. 'coz what do u call a person who has no passions and lately, a forced aim ?? Who doesn't know what he loves for himself,what draws him..the part of this lovely planet that he would like to discover,would he like the setting sun at the Malabar coast or the picturesqueness of the sunrise in Kanyakumari ?Would he dream a date with the ravishing Aish or rather ,at the same time,commit to his most awaited appointment with the great Sachin Tendulkar?? I'm sure ,dear readers, that you wouldn't have fallen into yet another illusion that I've the slightest of acquaintances with any of these personally.If yes,ask yourself the second question I put for my sake.[:D]

As far as I m concerned,as long as my experience guarantees ,just do not say "all is well" as I've been doing.Take ample time to know yourself ,to know how to extract life out of its monotone,how to define the petals out of the thorns,how to fathom a dream that you don't have a clue about as to what it's source was and how to define its sink!! All the best to you guys as it was just a glimpse to where I presently stand .I've got a past and the unknown future still waiting to get online!!