I am glad to announce that Sulekha is conducting a Blog contest that will be on till the 15th of January .The grand prize is something I would love to have but tch tch ....I cannot participate ....
Incase u happen to know anyone who is interested in writing or sending across entries ..pls mail your queries to kartik dot kannan at gmail dot com. This is my first ad campaign since I joined Sulekha ...lets see how this one goes .
More about the competition at http://www.sulekha.com/blogs/blogandwin.aspx
E N S O Y !!!
NEW MEMBERS ..AT HOME FOR THE NEW YEAR
I had splurged quite a sum , last sunday at spencers super store ..buying a home theatre system ...and starting January First I would be bankrupt ..but the music gene in my body would be bloody rich... I have bought a sont DVD player + a 6:1 dolby surround speaker system from Onkyo and a 43' Digital Proejction Tv from Samsung .... and I am just about waiting to go home and try it once.It's coming at 6 pm this evening ..so I guess I should leave in time to escape from the din of the evening crowd ..along the egmore - tambaram railway track.
I am also getting myself a set top box...as I have long stayed away from my second love (cricket)..the first love being my Sony walkman . So looks like 2006 is ushering a great wave of the feel good factor...
Ganguly still not certain of a place in the 11 ??
I got this article from Sulekha news via Khaleej times ....
It seems Kiran More is coming over to Lahore for the first test to ensure that no
untoward selection happens by the team management...and ...what would that
mean ..in a certain Gangulyspeak .... . I feel disaster .....
Click here to know more about this
I find it somewhat strange that from the time I landed in my college to do a 4 year sentence term in computer science engineering ,I never seemed to have a special interest factor in doing programming and work in an IT company.As time passed by I realized that my interests of event managaement,writing articles/blogs..would not land me in a high paying job,so as the routine was in my family I became the 5th software engineer churned out of the engineering colleges under Madras University...and opted to apply for jobs in the software sector ..as the norm was with engineering grads graduating with a major's in computer Science.
I somehow managed to sustain all interest in preparing for the IT companies entrance tests,clearing them with elan..and even showing promise to the interviewer that coding has a major chance of being my next best hobby.I was fairly confident that I could manage in this coding world which honestly I never imagined ..i would be ..while I was in college.
Then Infy happened and the first few weeks of training made me feel on cloud 9 ..but soon I realized that unless coding was a major enthu facor ...I would find really tough to be the best amongst my peers in my training batch. Coding to others was a way of life..wheras for me ..it was another LIFE totally which ..i just switched into (better said as Logged into ) in the morning and logged off in the evening (actually nights ) ... So even though I did my job of learning mainframes ,AS 400 ..internally I wasnt really motivated to do what i was doing...and soon things went from bad to worse..as I hardly was able to manage with this stuff...of coding applications as it restricted my creative instincts ..and I certainly wasnt enjoying that.But ..could I complain ....as I was working for one of the best companies ..for which only 1 % of the applicants get selected ....so how could I quit such a well paying safe job...
I ignored my inner instincts to try out sometyhing else ...as I did not have the guts to quit Infy and kept saying to myself "I love my job" and went on with coding ...and debugging programs for a rather demanding client 10000 miles across the seven seas. Even though I was able to leave by 7 or 8 pm and not really put in regular late nights ...I realized that I actually dont seem to put in those late hours simply because I was not in anyway motivated ....... to the extent that there were times ..that I used to feel drowsy...and sick ... and over a period of time ...I was cribbing to my inner coterie of friends that I really dont seem to "enjoy" my job as others do... and was often left wondering ..why the heck am i not able to drive ...an extra ounce of enthu into me.
I thought I was suffereing from some kind of a mental problem..and decided to consult a doc's help..and most of the doc's who heard my case..asked me the same blunt question ..."DO U ENJOY UR JOB " ..for which i didnt honestly have an answer ..as I didnt know whether my job was actually the barrier to my motivation...
Then as in a movie .... where the evil things end and good precedes over evil ... a climactic ending occured on November 27th .when I happened to meet Satya and Kiruba from Sulekha.com at the bloggers meet and in a just abouut a week ... I had an interview and instantly received an offer from Sulekha for leading the blogs and groups section...
I was pinching myself ..whether this could be true ..as this job's role had all that I could dream of...event management,framing ad copies, reading blogs,writing some ,manqging discussion forums, reading various different news papers,framing advertising and marketing strategies for tie up's......... BUT
THE BIG QUESTION WAS ...........COULD I QUIT MY "secure " job at Infy and move over to a relatively small company (as in www.sulekha.com ). I gave myself a night in solitude to decide whether to move over ... and the best way to do that was spend an entire train journey from egmore ...to tambaram and back.....along the suburban railways and spend the evening at Marina beach for a couple of hours .. before breaking the news at home ... that I had decided to follow my heart ...and get into something where working...as in blogging was a way of life .... and not W O R K ....to me
Hell broke loose ....as my parents seemed to be totally against me moving there ..but after loads of discussion and drama sense prevailed from my relatives side..who reluctantly agreed to my decesion .....and I put in my papers and was releived rather quickly as I happened to be on Bench at that time .
Now ..life is cool ...Ya i do have steep targets to meet..and am really busy here ..but i enjoy the work that I am doing ...and am able to really feel a sense of satisfaction ..and no more am i cribbing to my friends about how miserable I feel ..every time they pop up the the rather familar question "How's Life " . It's still early days ..at Sulekha ...but I kinda get the feeling that this is the ideal platform for me to launch my creative skills .
So ...that's life as of now... feel a lot better at sulekha ..but would love to get back into Infy in a much higher managerial role ...in a few years time ...
So as the post's heading would convey "Neccesity is the mother of all inventions... "..my neccesity to doing what my heart says .....is what made me invent or plant the thought in my mind whether sulekha..would have any position open ....for some one like me ..and bingo ....they did ...
SEX TAPES- AND THE ART OF MARKETING
I am kinda fed up with this technique adopted by most actresses ..as an alternate means of showcasing their assets and inceasing their market prescence without stepping into the sleazy world of pornography.
I guess I first saw this when some video tapes of a popular tamil actress were sent across by mail of she having her bath ...which was recorded and it sure did send ripples of sexual fury aroused in the menfolk by providing them aple tittilation...
Now when the clipping is doing the rounds....at a brisk pace the actress comes and issues a statement like an innocent lamb...who wears the motto on her chest .."Virginity is dignity" while her inner mind labels virginity as "lack of oppurtunity"...now this statement assuages the angst of some of the no-sex- loyalists (a.k.a fans ).
So she gets the support of her fans and for sure ....her name is etched in her fan's ...not-so-volataile memories ..and yo...directors are queing ..to sign her on in the next movie ..after having watched ...her vital statistics with an exxagerated drool...
So who needs an MBA ..when u can market ur cards so well...the latest in the list is the girl who keeps screaming "OOPS I DID IT AGAIN " ..yo the 14 year old senasation who rocked the music world in 1999 with "HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME " ....
She apparently videotaped her sexual encounters with her husband ...and supposedly ...the video tape was shown on some public network....
she is now claiming 20 million ..dollars from the magazine in the name of "suing" .Now looking at the economics of the whole thing...the magazine/website ..gets the required hits ..earns the money..., in the process britney makes a quick buck,the voyeurish boy and girl who view it get a few pointers on new positions and briney gets "the good girl who was exploited" kinda senti feeling across her fans ...and this is what a WIN WIN atmosphere is all about ...
I guess the porn industry is all set to give some corporate lessons ...on its WIN WIN strategy ....and dear Mr Kotler and druckers....and strategy gurus ....watching porn ..or advocating porn may not be that bad after all
what say ???
Picture this ....Its raining heavily ..literally speaking it's raining cats and dogs ....and you have some urgent work to go out somewhere.One doesnt know what to do when the sky decides to cry and sob the proverbial H20 . In this information age ..waht is expected is ...one would switch on the telly to know the weather repotr to know when the rains would cease ...but not too far away ..there would be a community swearing by tradition and culture .... and proclaiming their way of stopping the rains ....belive it or not ... is to send a young unmarried woman nude in the rain ..so that the rain god is appeased and will stop the rains . Wait wait wait .. i know this would have had most guys ...right on the edge of their seats ..seeking google's help in locating where this would happen . Now even though we are living in the information age , if such customs are followed ,does it not reflect India's height of superstition .... if that isn't enough ..even as I am typing this I hear that two poor buffaloes were killed ..oops i must say "sacrificed" by the politcians of the samajwadi patry in the famous Kamakhya temple in Assam ...so that the almighty gets appeased and cures Amitabh bachan quickly . Now it is a heinous crime to kill animals in the name of religion and such illogical belief's ,which only goes on to say that India is still a long way from properly using it's independence and creating an environment where people can co exist with minimimal conflict and air their views and opinions freely. So even though we may be seen as the land where IT is happening and money is being pumped in , its largely being done in tier1 cities and none of this is actually percolating into rural areas which are highly plagued by such bizzare thinking.So the question we really need to ask ourself is even though India is a country with great potential ...have we come of age...?? My take on the question is that India is primarily retarted by such thoughts and this takes the sheen off quite a bit ..as it's in stark contrast to a logical/scientific revolution happening in India in the form of IT.
UPDATES : I have quit Infy ,and have decided to join Sulekha.com as the channel manager for interactive services ...as the job profile and nature of work was something that was more to my taste of managing events,reading and of course blogs . will talk more abt how it all happened in my next post.
such an eclectic amalgamation is what " 5 point some one "written by chetan bhagat is all about ..I simply loved reading that book ...brought me memories of my college days... (minus neha though :-( )
Even though I have picked up the book a year late .... such works are timeless one's ...as i love stories that cater to the "guy-next door " feeling and talk about the subtleness of feelings . That book has kept me occupied for the last 2 days and I am all set to devour anoter one ..but on B school lines ..its called MBA (Mediocre but arrogant !!) ..by abhijit bhaduri ... tonight
I had attended the blogger meet last sunday and it was a sense of deja vu ..meeting new persons and with the fact that one had id cards printed .it was easier to din into the minds of the bloggers my url .... and also met quite a few old friends ... Amethyst seems to have a lovely setting and kudos to Kiruba for having selected that place .. I guess blogger meets have now come a long way ....from the first official blogger meet that was held in 2002 and I was a part of the 6 people who met ...read more about that here.
Biking on the IT highway can be the most painful thing especially when waterlogged roads lead to huge potholes which when stepped on ..can have a telling effect on the spinal cord..as the bike's shock absorbers tend to eschew the shock and is generous enough to pass on the load to the rider.
I guess Chennai too is slowly turning into a mini bangalore ....unless and untill the goverment ramps up the 6 lane highway on OMR , such wet weather coupled with bad roads and no streetlights can only spell disaster for biker's.
Back home things arent too pleasant with my area madipakkam getting flooded upto knee level for the third time in 3 weeks ....but atleast for now ..i dont see myself abandoning my home and taking refuge elsewhere ....as the rains more so seem to have subsided with the sun coming out today...
Well seems a single thread connects lance armstrong, the ace champion cyclist and ur's truly...as they pervaded through tough road conditions and became champions.Lance did it on the pyrenees and alps and most of france ,while i get to show my bravery on Old mahabalipuram road and the road linking to madipakkam,via the thuraipakkam-pallikaranai bypass road.Last evening after waiting for a long time..In office due to the rains...when the downpour mildly lessened , I decided to start from office.My bike suprisingly didnt misbehave even after being drenched in water for most part of the day. My bike started smoothly like a dream ...and soon enough minutes after I hit the Old mahabs Highway (so called IT corridor ) my dream became a nightmare..When strong winds and heavy rain had inundated the road in minutes.My bike though..was resistant to all that was happening around it braving the fact that some (4n + 2 ) wheelers in the hope to get home soon splashed water all around me and my bike.Now that is one thing that i hate ....when vehicles tend to accelerate when the roads are flooded , thereby splashing water on the other vehicles...near it. Anyway..it was ineveitable given the sense of urgency to return home for each of the people driving vehicles in such heavy rain.My bike as soon as it turned left from thuraipakkam towards pallikaranai ... entered what one would call a labyrinthine water trough.... where on a normal sunny chennai day the highway road is flanked by huge open spaces of the pallikaranai marsh....but due to the rains over the past week or so , the marsh had turned into an ocean ..and adding misery to my biking experience was the fact that all the roadlights went kaput and i had to pervade through darkness on a lonely highway road ..on which beyond a particular distance even the roads were flooded thanks to the flood waters receding the embankment level of the marsh. At this point my bike sensed danger and did a ctrl-alt-del and stopped right in the middle of the puddle of water..I tried starting it in vain ... only then did i condescend to get off my bike and see reality surrounding me after i wiped my glasses .the water level in that half hour of rains ...at 7 pm had flooded the troads to such an extent that i felt i was waiting to practice scuba diving in the middle of an artificial ocean.I could not distinguish between the road and the huge marsh that lay adjunct to the road..and given the fact that the marsh flanking the road was easily 50 metres deep as the road was on a higher level ....fears of me drowning soon engulfed my head ... I waited for a while for the rain to stop ...but it didnt ...
I had no option but to push my bike “”upstream”” agains the current of water on the road ,even as leviathan lorries and buses raced ahead with impunity splashing waves of water over me and I was left simpering like a fool , laughing at my own misery. I knew that it was a long walk back home ….6-7 kilometres to be precise …. But to walk along with a bag slung over my shoulder and to push a bike was a tough ask .
The road seemed to extend until eternity when I finally decided enough was enough..as my arms were aching from pushing the bike along …and thank goodness the rains had just about stopped …so I gave my rugged old bike a couple of more kicks to start the bike …it didn’t …. A few more it didn’t ….. Exasperated …I took a deep breath and with my might kicked it ..and finally my engine awoke ….making a brief noise and disappearing into the dins of the frogs croaking and the vehicles honking from behind. This was enough to kick start hope into my heart and I repeated the same with more patience … as I kicked harder , the engine started to slowly make some noise and it started releasing huge puffs of smoke …along with pumping a few litres of the gutter-rain mixture out of my bike ….and yo my bike seemed to start…. But ….the power in it seemed so dim that incase I switched off or lowered my speed/gear the bike wouldn’t start again … Taking note of the constraint my bike imposed on me.. I did a “”keanu reeves speed” making a steely resolve that I would not lower the speed below 40 ….and flexed my accelerator to full throttle on the roads ..turned into a (Himalayan moto cross track) to blaze my way through ….a relatively empty road.
My bike seemed all ok , when I turned on the pallikaranai highway road leading to velachery …but just remembered that this damn place has medians all around the road as the road has its own curves and potholes ..so biking on the wrong side of 40 was like committing hara-kiri and I slowed down to avoid …. Hitting the median..when I landed in a huge pothole …and drat the bike went kaput this time around… after a few unsuccessful attempts to revive life in my bike … the proverbial final kick …..Started the bike ….and it was like driving on free space ….with me not knowing where exactly the road was …as to expect street lights in this area was akin to expecting Neanderthal man to shoot an email to fix a bug and to make matters worse a fresh spell of heavy rains started again
Soon relief came when a IT company bus with huge lights honked me from behind ….and I did not dare budge from my position ahead of him …as the light from the bus seemed just about ok to confirm that I was on a road and not straying on any mud laden heap of sand …deposited on mist highway roads.
Finally a hour and a half after I started … and after facing a lot of verball volleys from the bus that followed me ,in the hope that I would give way …I landed home …. Bruised ,wet and of course with a sense of achievement that I had won the battle ….. (with the rains just about being reduced to a drizzle ).I was expecting a champions welcome ..when we mother chided me for using the bike in such wet weather…. Grumbling I went inside and after I settled down ….and sat near the window ….proudly gazing at the road my bike had braved through…..amidst such trying circumstances ….a fresh spell of rains again pounded …my place so as to tell me “ u just lived to fight another day “…while I said to myself “I might have won the battle ….but the war is still on …. With heavy rains expected for the next few days “….
Anyways its just that Lance Armstrong makes headlines on the Tour ‘de’france ….I thought why not claim my share of fame on the Tour’de ‘OMR”…. So that’s why this “epoch breaking story “ .Bouquets or brickbats welcome …..
PS: I HAVE COME IN MY BIKE AGAIN TODAY !!!
I am waiting to go one one ....am really bored sitting up at home ,or coding in office....as life seems to have become mundane ... I desperatley need to sit down and ask myself..what i intend to do with the rest of my life.Life kinda seems boring .. I see that i have stopped some of my hobbies and interests in pursuit of other " feline material comforts" ,though in vain ... just need to do a recheck on life and get back to enjoying life as i did while in college.
Heard that Kiruba is organizing the "n"th blogger meet ...and I shall be attending one after quite a while considering my last one was some time last year at the beach.
My take on the khushboo issue is that the actress...might have erred on the wrong side..by apologizing to the so called "political activists" who are bent on ostracizing her. She should have taken the rebuttal by the political activists by the scruff of the neck and quashed their so –called protest. Her tame apology, certainly doesn’t send the right signal or vibes to any woman who wants to air her views ,as it will now be perceived that there exists an imaginary veil that prevents people from speaking their minds out. In one form, I feel the political men folk are showing their chauvinism too far, that poses serious implications on women’s rights. The way these PMK political cadres, behave when they say that she has no right to say whatever she said, projects an image that the role of the Indian woman in the society is just of a child bearing machine and not beyond that. What if the same comment had been said by some one like shah rukh khan or surya ? would the protests be of the same level and intensity so as to dethrone them of their position in tinsel town ? Her comments on female virginity, pre marital sex..were off the cuff comments , or more so views aired by her at an AIDS summit, where she advocated safe sex.. and said "premarital sex was ok as long it was done with protection.." . I am certainly not arguing and saying this statement was right or wrong ,but I believe that she as a democratic Indian Indian has every right to pass her views to a magazine on what she believes is right. Suhasini, a former actress and wife of the Indian film maker Mani ratnam...rightly supported khushboo in this regard. but going by the grapevine ..i guess she too would beat a hasty retreat by retracting back her statement ..and being forced to eat humble pie.
The Tamil political society at large ...(especially the goons who fill up the political vote banks and the ones who address gatherings in white and white ..masquerading a "heart for public service" ) makes me feel inherently queasy about their mental thought process...with all their actions ..Being highly prejudiced ...and dictated by the whims and fancies of their leader's plans to come one up against the opposition by stirring some hornets nest. I feel that people out here tend to get a touch uncomfortable when reality bites them.... as anything said or depicted openly evokes a huge hysterical opposition from the public (powered by the politicians and driven by the common man heh !!).
Digging further … khusboo made statements that “no sane guy can expect his wife to be a virgin “ was probably driven by the increase of pornographic acts on the web, like the DPS school video case and various other videos on the web.It is a true fact that the age girls take to say “yes” to experiment with sex is slowly decreasing to below15-16… and the girls today are more open than they were ever before, but for the tamil society to generalize that this statement was said “to debase the Tamil culture “ wholly speaks of extremely poor reasoning .
The tamil culture as such is said to be pure and respected because of the literary compositions,Vedas,slokas and a traditional form of life in the tamil households which also speaks volumes of the attachment the tamil community attaches to music .No where does it say that “sex” or the act of sex ..tends to debase culture. If one were to observe any famous Hindu temple in the south, the murals depicted here and the idols of the various gods adorning the walls or the gopuram’s show female gods in the nude and even in certain positions of love making. We were the people who taught the world what “kamasutra “ was and here we are living in a self imposed veiled society where having sex is great,but speaking about it evokes a strange protest from sects of people as though “sex” was something they renounced ages back.
Its not just the Tamil culture ,but this is prevalent in several places in India ,where sex is seen as something immoral and debasing and sense of moral policing takes place (in Mumbai the shiv sena , I heard used to ransack shops selling valentine day gifts because they thought”love “ was too western a culture….) , a kind of double speak ….which is now perfected by politicians and filmmakers to speak politically correct and not from their heart and maintain have their share of the vote bank.
Politicians and their diatribes are diluting the strength of the common man and his rights and unless we have a unanimous wave …that rebuts such peevish acts of petty revolting curbing a woman’s basic instincts to speak her mind out,we as a country ought not to have the “democracy” tag attached to our nation. The need of the hour is to reform this whole system with younger blood which thinks rationally and practically ,and not be prejudiced into devious and superstitious ways of thinking. Secondly we need to accept the act of sex for what it is and stop spreading a veil around it…as by doing this we are only increasing the curiosity levels of younger adolescents who with half baked knowledge ,try some juvenile voyeurish thing ,which would only need to further bottling up of our emotions about what people call “sensitive” topics and would result in a society that never speaks its mind out.
I happened to watch IQBAL ...last week and I did enjoy the movie just as I hav done in all of nagesh kukunoor's previous movies.
IQBAL is about a deaf and dumb boy who dreams of being a great cricketer. Shreyas Talpade(IQBAL ) plays the title role of a 18 year old deaf and dumb boy. His dream is to play for the Indian cricket team as a pace bowler. Iqbal's father is a farmer and he wants Iqbal to help him to plough the fields,as he feels that Iqbal can atleast do that earn a living for himself given the fact he is deaf. Iqbal's mother and sister support him to the hilt to see his dreams through.
I felt the young girl ...played by Shweta Prasad, as the kid sister, was impressive in the sense that she displayed her emotions very well ...and potrayed her as a loving sister.Her cherubic face and innocent laughter makes the film all the more enjoyable... with her garrulous tounge that comes across very well in the movie..just goes on to show that gen next is realy loquacious and quite precocious when it comes to giving their 2 cents gnyaan.
Well I suppose all movies with this "underdog" mentality seem to do well as I guess most of the people at some point of their lives might have gone through some tough phase ...and immediately relate to it ..when something similar is shown on screen. This makes a good case study as how people can be made to think in a much positive manner after watching such movies... if i remember right Lagaan - was a case study in positive thinking and overcoming the odds in the most emphatic way.... and being an indian ..what better way to motivate people by showing the contest between bat and ball ..which the average indian can more easily relate himself to.
As the proverb goes ... "Behind every man's success there lies a woman " .. a cliched bolywood adaptation would go something like this ...Behind every successful (or unsuccessful )movie lies the background score ...and Nahesh kukunoor has just done an encore ..by playing a track repeatedly at varius stages of the movie ,called "ASHAAYEN" ..which I must very honestly say has got me hooked ...to it that I haveplayed it 174 times on my computer after watching the movie... kinda keeps u inspired ..incase a major goal is beckoning...
so any bloggers frequenting this page ..remember to come back after a month ...or so .... i should be in fine fettle by then..so till such time c u tata bye bye ....
The awareness levels were abysmally low and there has not been much of a change from the time we were there...except for the fact that the some new rooms have been built and the college is functioning more professionally than ever before doing away with the slave like customs u find in most chennai based engineering colleges(sathyabama,rmk,st josephs ...etc etc ) .
I will put up some of the photographs soon enough ..
It was great weekend ...with some of my friends as we enjoyed playing late in the night at besant nagar beach,got drenched fully in the highly salty water of the ocean ..and gorged heavily on some lacklustre food in planet yumm that got my tummy into some problem.I have now got fever and jaundice ..so am sitting at home. I guess I would report back to work only a couple of week's later..
will blog more often as thats my only break from sleeping the whole day waiting to get better.
The recent news that indicated a split between saurav and the coac greg chappell ,soes not seem to augur well for indian cricket.
I personally feel Ganguly has crossed the line by going public with greg's comment on his exclusion.If ganguly was that determined about getting his place in the 11,he should come out all guns firing ...and silenced the critics with his bat doing the talking.But instead the "prince' decided that ..he would use a few political gimmicks that would win him some sympathy from the public at large.
I feel chappel was right ..in asking ganguly to step down as ganguly was more of a liability in the team,than a member who was contributing.Ganguly has to digest the fact that his days in the sun are almost over...and he seems to play with a fear and premonition that is totally uncharecteristic of him.
His frequent statements of him being "temporarily" out of form...does not go well with me..as a guy cant be out of form for 5 years. He has scored 5 centuries in the last 5 years...all coming at points when his form was hitting nadir.. with only the hundreds against england at leeds and the aussies at the gabba being knocks he dominated against a quality attack.
recollecting...his other 3 centuries have been against NZ and ZIMB coming against some lacklustre dibbly dobbly seamers...
So I personally feel that neither do stats save ganguly nor his present form and given the fact that youngsters like kaif,yuvraj and badani are on the bench because ..ganguly is unwilling to hang his boots..indian cricket portends a not-so-safe future.
Contrast this to aussie and pom (england) style of leadership/selection criteria ...wheer some one as reputed as steve waugh ,mark waugh ...were just shown the door ...as the selectors felt they were inmpediments to the growth of young blood in the team.
Our captain ..here with a so so record gains sympathy from his supportesr with the claim that he is india's most succesful captain....but 10000 miles away someone with a 80 % success rate ...like ricky ponting has the damocles sword hanging over his neck after a pulsatingly close and nerve wracking series...
strange are the ways of the yardships ...selectors use to select people..
Talking from ganguly's side ..the fact that he had moulded a side from scratch and converted them into word beaters ..is true ....but those acts of the past cannot be a ticket for the future...and it is this feekling that ganguly is not able to digest...his ego ..is not allowing him to progress any better
so all i can say ..my dear "PRINCE OF CALCUTTA" is that the days of the "RAJ" are over ...and its better u hang up ur boots...when the going is good rather than being chucked out.
A couple of days back at around quarter to 9 , I was sandwictched between the huge IT company buses and right in front of me stood a leviathan of a vehicle .... and my eyes couldnt stop noticing reading the sign as "STOP CELEBRATING WORK " as i read it in a hurry ...and it immediately didnt make sense ...and that was when I realised my folly ...
CTS,TCS and a few other IT companies seem to crowd the road ..after 8 30 am on sholinghallur on OMR ..but the blame is to lie more with the infrastructure division of tamilnadu than these companies...and that's one chink in the infrastructure in Chennai...which otherwise has no major traffic jams on it's IT corridor as compared to the horrendous Hosur road traffic..where...I guess the only improvement that can be done is to make the whole hosur road ..a WI-FI zone so that people dont get hampered by the traffic jam's and can work from the conveniences of their buses ..ignoring teh traffic jam (this was one of the burlesque suggestions regarding the hosur road mess.
I was as usual going through some specification document....which had monotonous lines of rules all over it and just when work..seemed boring...I got a message from my friend , asking me to take a peep outside....
I immideately moved the curtains out of my building window....and all i saw was a layer of black ....fluffy .clouds threatening to conquer chennai....
The dark cumulo nimbus clouds in chennai are like the proverbial beautiful nymph that bewitches one by her beauty and makes people anticipate and expect more....succintly to put it in tamil "asai kaati yematharadu" .The kind of darkness that engulfed chennai ..looked more like some alien spaceship had taken charge of the sky ...threatening to give mumbai and cherrapunji a run for their money ..but alas the chennai clouds only flattered to deceive.Though I got wet on my way back....the rains were not as severe as the clouds portended to be.
Well some good news ...earlier his week.On vinayaka chathurthi day ..A brand new santro xing was the latest addition to our home.In a few days once the Rc BOOK AND INSURANCE arrives,I should be taking the car to office instead of the bike.It's a lot safer travelling in the car, than in the bike and also means lesser backaches and strains...
That shot of me was taken by my cousin some time back. These days I have been wondering while going to bed....what the power of the human mind can actually do. Success in any field is totally dependent ..on how the mind percieves what we would like to do in our chosen activity.
I have seen the vagaries in perception when the mind is conditioned to repeated failure...and the kind of image beating that happens when repeated failures pass along the way is horrific.. I have been through positions of extreme success and extreem failure and as I look back at small instances .. where I have failed miserably ..I realize one thing .My mind seemed to have a pre conditioned safe paying level..which was percieved as difficult ...and as time went on since success was not knocking at my door..I became conditioned to failure...in those related activities..and now when i look back ...those activities look so easy now... but somehow eluded me ..because of my attitude not so long ago.
When I also look back at some of the successes ..I find that those were due to untiring unrelenting efforts....that were put ,along with a great attitude ...all because ..I was interested in that activity...and went in a perfectly executed and organized manner ..because heart of hearts ..I wanted to do that .More than that It was that I was a little familar to doing those activities...so i knew what it took to get there ..whilst certain other activities....that were relatively new ... I wasn't quite sure what the path looked ..like and where the destination would show up..so I meandered along a beaten path struggling to be safe ...with my state of mind resembling the state of unrest one has , after having fallen in a sticky swamp. Living through with such a sick feeling has blunted all the edges of my other skillsets....and led me into a path which i belived to be amaze which i could never get out of ..
I was like the guy without a directon in life ..like the proverbial blind man searching in a dark room for a black cat which is not there!!! ...
but slowly but steadily ...life has changed for the better with each passing day ...and as the time ticker says 73 days to D day !!! I realize i at last see light at the end of the tunnel...and this glimmer of hope .. has resulted in me recollecting some of the lovely moments when success chased me ...so that I am able to correlate and get the feel good factor back...
Though this thing of attitude determining ur altitude is a cliched term ..I am realizing it practically ...in realtime .I know a lot of water has flown under the bridge ...due to some negative mindset...but still with 73 days to D day ...anything can happen ... and this feeling of slowly evolving euphoria...has just started like a fire...and I only hope it spreads like a rage .... into a bigger forest fire ..thus defeating the demons of the mind.
I came across an interesting article written by ross gelbspan on the herald tribune , which was also featured in last sunday's Deccan chronicle OP-ED page. The author reveales a strange villain as the sole cause of such natural calamities . It is simply said that most of the natural disasters in recent times ranging from the tsunami last year,snowfall in los angeles,drought and forest fires in spain,heat wave in arizona,the mumbai rains...to the new orleans tragedy ...all are attributed to global warming.
Global warming ....is it where it all stops ...not many bothered to ask the underlying causes for the global warming to be so pronounced in recent times... and the main reason is that the coal and oil industries have spent millions of dollars to keep the public in doubt about the issue.
The reason is simple...to allow the climate to stabilize requires humanity to cut its use of coal and oil by 70% .That of course,threatens the survival of one of the largest commercial enterprises in history.Reportedly EXXON MOBIL ...has spent more than 13 million dollars toscientists who were public dissenters on global warming.
I am shocked to also hear that the bush government has been a haven of sorts for all these coal/oil companies ,who've flourished in this poiltical climate ,while common man ...on the otherhand ..is slowly falling prey to natural calamities raised by the issue of global warming.
Yesterday after a long time I was at home in the evening , so chanced upon the movie "alaipayuthe" on SUN TV...
I have watched this movie so many times that I know the dialogues so well,but even then ...couldnt resist the temptation of watching this movie.
There's one thing that I learn from this movie .....
and that is ..
the college going chicks are far better on the beach -tambaram sector than on the beach -avadi sector !!! after extensive research conducted from 2000 - 2004 ...where I was also partly occupied for about 8 hours in a day in a dungeon ,supposedly where people believed that I was mastering the art of computer science engineering.
I've always loved travelling in the suburban trains...and this movie is all about a love story that started in the suburban trains ...so I instantly relate to this movie ... and secondly given the fact that maddy's charecter in the movie ..closely resembles mine (name: kartik, cool , loves being practical and simple , follows his heart ...,is not a regular temple going samathu iyer pullay , naughty at times ...and fun loving ). No please dont infer ...that I plan to run away from home ... (all thats only in movies !!! :-) )
..Alaipayuthe ..anyday would be a must watch film for me...
So had some good time pass yesterday !!
I see quite a lot of disguised double meaning ad's these days on hoarding's in chennai ,without the name of the product for which it is being advertised.This one was spotted on Old Mahabalipuram Road.
THIS ONE READ'S
THE MORE WE DO IT ....
THE MORE WE ENJOY IT
CLICK ON THE IMAGE TO ENLARGE IT
I happened to see this sight as I was driving along the thurapakkam -chrompet link road. I just dont see the point in that lorry carrying water as in about 2 hours of travel all the water would have been exhausted ...
More than that the water spilling on to the roads ,,poses grave threats to bikers like me as it makes the bike prone to skidding on such a wet/slippery surface.
I came across this forward (in red)….….thru a frnd of mine and have written my opinions on what I feel below …in blue .pls do respond back with what u feel on the issue.
The awkward first phone call..
The Girl is a 23 year old investment banker, working in New York. The Boy is doing his residency in Boston and was given her number by his mother, who is a friend of the Girl's aunt's brother-in-law's cousin's uncle's wife in Chicago.
Monday night, 10 pm
Boy: Shit, she's home! Umm, hi! Is this Pooja?
Boy: My name is Karan. I don't know if you know who I am. God, what if she doesn't know who I am? I don't even know why I'm doing this!
Girl: Oh, you live in Boston, right?
Boy: Yeah. Ok, so she was told about me, that's some relief. I wonder what she was told - "He's a resident, tall, and fair and he graduated from Ivy League school!". God, she probably hates me already!
Girl: Yeah, my mother mentioned you had my number. I can't believe he actually called!
Boy: So, how are you? Oh yeah, that's real original, but what the hell else I am supposed to say- Umm, hi, I don't know you, but do you want to be my wife?
Girl: I'm fine. And you? Ok, this is off to a great start
Boy: I'm good. Ok, think, think! So, I heard you're an investment banker?
Oh, that's a real winner. Now I can be a bad conversationalist and an idiot!
Boy: Ok, she is not helping me at all! Where do you work?
Girl: Merrill Lynch.
Boy: Hey, that's a great firm! I sound like a complete moron. I should just hang up except my mother would somehow find out and kill me!
Girl: Yeah, it's a nice place to work. God, this guy sounds like a complete loser
Boy: So... Stall, Stall!
Girl: So you're doing your residency in cardiology? Like my mom didn't tell me that 500 times already!
Boy: Ok, I can handle this... Yeah, I'm in my second year. Alright, now say something else, but what do I say? Do you drink? Cause if you want to marry me, you can't be one of those goody goody Indian girls who think that if they kiss a guy, they've practically gone all the waySo, what do you like to do in your free time?
Girl: Umm... get wasted... Oh, you know, hang out with my friends, go to movies...
Boy: Where do you like to hang out in NY?
Girl: Shit, what am I supposed to say? This guy could be some religious freak! I can't say bars - I'll say clubs, you can go to clubs and not drink... Oh, sometimes we go to the movies, or there's a couple clubs that are good... That was good, I made it sound like I like clubs, but I'm not really into them...
Boy: Ok, she goes to clubs, that's a good sign. If she was really religious she wouldn't do that. Yeah? I like to dance also.
Girl: He likes to dance- that's a good sign. He can't be that stiff! So where do you hang out in Boston?
Boy: Should I say it? Alright, I'll say it, what the hell! Umm, the same, bars, clubs, stuff like that.
Girl: He said bars! So he probably drinks. Good sign. I should explore this further... Are there any good bars in Boston?
Boy: Yeah, there are some nice ones, I mean, I'm not a huge drinker, but I like having a good time. Ok, that gives the impression of someone who enjoys drinking but is not an alcoholic - pretty good, if I do say so myself
Girl: That sounds really positive. This guy sounds kind of cool. But if he's so cool why is he calling me? Shouldn't he have a girlfriend? Or not need to call random girls his mother tells him about? God, what if he's completely ugly? Yeah, me too. Although I hope my parents never find out.
Boy: Yeah. I know exactly what you mean.
Girl: Ok, so he didn't freak out at the living a double life reference- another good sign. I just wish I knew what he looked like... So...
Boy: Or she could be really fat with a huge mustache. Well, there's only one way to find out! So... I know this sounds a little crazy, but I'm visiting some friends in NYC next weekend and I wonder if you'd want to get together for coffee sometime.
Girl: Coffee. That's totally safe. If he's totally nasty I can have a quick espresso and run like hell! Yeah, that sounds great.
Boy: Alright that went pretty well. Coffee's pretty harmless. And who knows, maybe she'll be cool. Now I have to get the hell out of this conversation... So I have your e-mail, should I just e-mail you soon and we can figure it out?
Girl: E-mail is sooo much better than the phone. Thank God for e-mail!
Yeah, just e-mail, I check it all the time at work, so - God, this is getting painful
Boy: Alright, I'll e-mail you soon. Meaning in two days, cause I don't want to look too desperate, but at the same time I don't want to look like I'm trying not to look too desperate
Girl: Cool. Well, I'm glad you called. I think...
Boy: Me too. Well, I'll see you soon. Please be hot, please be hot!
Girl: Alright. Bye. I can't believe he called! Too late to back out now.
Besides, maybe he's cool. He didn't sound so bad on the phone.
Boy: Bye. I did it! I am the man. I think she wants me. Yeah, she definitely wants me...
I actually wonder to Indian guys actually call girls only at the behest of their mother....and do girls speak to a guy only because their parents have asked them to.... it’s highly improbable that a guy/girl has not had a crush …over a member of the opposite sex…from school …to college …or even at the workplace……(dosent matter if u’ve been thru an all-boys/all-girls education ….
I actually find a good mixture of hypocrisy and desperateness characterized by Indians (guys/girls )these days . The current trend is some thing like this .... both of them wanna dabble with members of the opposite sex ....get mushy ...go out 4 cofee ....movies ....and after a point, meeting each other starts triggering emotions of a different kind ....where commitement and support would come into play ....they do a CTRL-ALT-DEL on the relationship and say the cliched bollywood kollywood line " actually I saw u only as my close friend " and pack off ...only to start a relationship with somebody else and go through the same procedure once again....uptil a point where age catches up with them ...and their parents decide whom must they pair up with ...and the boy/girl behaves as if they are the "obedient child" and quietly marry with the person selected by their parents. Now in this "official" marital relationship is more of a relationship where experimentation and actual flirting ,wooing and loving takes a backseat and "mutual respect" only stems in the relationship ....therefore the variety in life suffers... and extra marital relationships slowly tends to creep in .
And to add to the already ....love lost "respectful" relationship , add a couple of "saas bahu wars" and "dowry issues" ....and lo the marriage is heading towards a divorce ....and yo !!! the lawyers are getting business and so are the “soap opera enthusiasts like ekta kapoor and radan “radhika”
Its actually strange ......lemme stress the point of a threshold limit ..on the age below which any flirtatious move is inversely proportional to the approval of parents and after the threshold , when the "child" is hardely interested ....but the parents are egging them to marry ...and swearing by nike's slogan "Just do it " !!! ….such an irony isn’t it ……..
So that more or less charectrises the double speak …..mentality where one wants to have the cake and eat it too ….?
SO WAT SAY ???
How many of u would pay 150 rs for that piece of lemon sitting over a tender coconut ...that has a straw in it ...? Isnt that blasphemous that people actually pay that much to have a "liquid drink " that can actually be brought across the corner roadside cocunut vendor for 10 rupees.
Well that's the state of Indian IT corporatedom. In most of the IT companies project parties are very common ...where treats becomes common place for every little accolade u get ranging from a good appraissal to return from Phoren lands (Onsite ..in IT parlance <> . People generally plan parties in upmarket swanky places...that burn quite a crater ..in the purse... which is all the more visble if u happen to be a fresher who's earning barely 10-11k after all the deductions ....
Though these parties give u chance to taste different cuisines and help ur taste buds ...sqeak and say "Variety is the spice of life" ...I am very much opposed to actually dining..(when the treat's on me ) as most of the items are so exhorbitatntly priced tand given the fact that most of the people follow a 3-4 course meal ...and given the number of people in the team(close to 30 ) and the high proprtion of non veggie people in the team ... u know that the bill is going to be a himalayan one....especially if not many people are pooling upto sponsor the eatery bash.
I am not saying that such a culture is wrong ...or pasing comments ..but its just that I cant tolerate paying 10 times the amount ....for something mediocre with a fancy name that goes with it. I am totally a guy who loves freaking out ..but being reasonable with my spending ... is what i feel comfortable ...
Most of the Junta at office seems to sleect the costliest place to dine ..only when ....ur set to treat (thats the feeling most ppl would have before a hole is burnt )...
I am any day comfortable eating an idly vada dosa ...for 25-30 bucks ....and not really a personw ho would fall for some great setting and fancy names on a menu card.
The picture of a coconut that u see above was priced at 140 odd rupees at a restaurant called Benjararong(on TTK road) that specialises in THAI cuisine....
One more reason that I am whining away ... is primarily because most of the restaurants have very little Veg items on offer with a majority of the dishes favouring the Non veggies tounge.. so that leaves me ... with hardly a choice to eat something other than the soup/some parathas /sweets and curd rice ....
To conclude ...i'd like to say just 1 thing ... I dont mind spending money as long is it's good value for money ...JUST PAISA VASOOL is the feeling that should float in my mind after a good dinner..nuthin esle
Generally When i have lots of work and need to work at a quicker pace to complete some work by a stipulated time ....mails tend to flow in ..just as letters flew in the inaugral harry potter movie ....where i used to get nothing less than 250 mails in a single day ...most of them being forwards with lotsa redundancies anmd repetitions. some forwards may be "quotes" ,while some may be interesting ..to read ..or some raunchy photos ..
These days ...(the last 4 days to be precise) ..when i dont have work, i see that the number of mails has dropped to less than 10% of the existing traffic ...and sitting in front of the monitor waiting for an email to arrive is so ...much like waiting in a lonely station ....for the perenially late train to arrive on time.Last week I had to find newer ways of killing time ... but it was slightly assuaged by ill health due to some cold n headache ..i was more so in the rstroom trying to blow my ever overflowing nose ...
I guess work will soon start getting hectic....and that is when the mails would also start flowing in by the numbers... thats life ..if not murphy's law..it's kartik's laws !!!
Seeing australia now is like a wounded anoconda coiling itself up to prevent itself from further damage.It is not anymore interested in the adventurous risks that steve waugh's men used to indulge in ...in the name of playing for a a victory.They were adventurous to the extent that they let their instincts chase chase 384 against india in 70 odd overs on a final day eden garden's wicket ...and that was the star of the myth that the aussies can be busted ...and the second jolt came to the aussies in kangarooland when the Indians drew level and the australian bowlers were pumelled by the likes of dravid,sehwag,laxman,sachin and of course ganguly ...
Now this myth that peak australia can be conquered used to do the rounds whenever the aussies lost a dead rubber (when the West indians rallied to chase 422 against the aussies after aussies won the first three tests )...and slowly but steadily ...the law of avereages seems to have atleast slowed them down , if not catch up with them.
The ashes for the first time is competitive in so mnay years after having grown up seeing gooch,atherton stewart ,hussain fail miserably against the giants in yellow...and its competitive simply because england have not only worked out their strategy well but have also maintained the pressure on the aussies ...thereby not allowing the wounded aussies to come back.
I just love to see the aussies actually in a situation where their backs are to the wall and they have to avoid defeat by drawing test matches...
but in reality are the aussies really staring down the barrell ..... i guess a little deeper analysis with the numbers ...reveals that england have actually not played to their potetial when they were supposed to mop up both the games , allowing it too close for comfort...
What if harmison had not bowled that super dooper bouncer to kasprowics...would england still retain the same fire in their bellies ...thats something worth asking ...but anyway now that england have overcome that mental barrier.... they just have to learn to close it in against the aussies to make a match of it .
so at the end of typing this little piece which started off with burlesqueing the aussies ...i belive that for all that ashes has shown till now ..may just not be the same for the remaining tests ...as we know the wounded tiger australia's reslience in bouncing back in true champion fashion.
whatever happens the cricket lover is in for a treat unless u happen to be marooned in chennai without a SET TOP BOX
I will be rejoining office after quite a hiatus (3 weeks now)... I guess the work pressure would remove any sort of negative feelings about the death....and the constant thoughts about the uncertainties of life.
Zindagi ek safar hain suhana ,yahan kal kya ho kisne jaana .....(Life is one joy ride,who knows what will happen tommorow !!)
These words immortalized by the voice of kishore da and the onscreen prescence of rajesh khanna ....rings a bell in my ears every time I hear this song in the past 1 week.Life was going on normally for my grandfather last week ,as usual switching programmes on the telly and the occaissonal fight with my grandma and his son as to whether "kolangal" deserved to be played to or the ashes series...but all of sudden his asthmatic breathing problem showed up one fateful night , in the toilet where he probably was struggling to breathe...and given the fact that he had some constipation problem over the years,he may tried that extra hard to lessen the load on the stomach...which may have lead to him being a suffocated and lead to lack of breath which left him dead in the toilet...and its quite sad to know that this wasn't noticed by my grandmother as she is 85% blind,after fighting many glaucoma operations in the eye. She noticed only a while later that my grandpa wasnt at his couch ....and later to her consternation realised that he had not yet come out of the toilet...he went 2 hours back ...and then felt for him in the toilet ..as she couldnt see ....and when her hands touched his body, it was gone cold ..an indication that he had long been dead,probably an hour or 2. That traumatic moment of realisation that he was dead with no one around ....must have been really chilling for her.
and then in minutes my cousin who lived a floor above my grandparents ...came down and pulled out my grandfather from the toilet and laid him on the floor ,only to get confirmed that he had breathed his last and all of us got the info with a phone call at 3 am , that my grandpa was no more.When i got the news ....my stomach was churning with a fury that had never been witnessed since my operation last year....It was hard to belive that he was no more.
When i went over and saw his dead body, it just looked that he was looking at us .....with his eyes open , and i knew that never in my life would i get to hear that husky " helllou " on the phone ...from my grandfather.As i lay next to him ....my mind traversed a journey 20 years in time , when i grew up with them(my grandparents ) in the suburb of nanganallur ...the walks he often took me ....across the nangallur market....the times when he told me mytholigical stories ....of mahabharata and ramayana....
I even remember the times he used to pick me at my cricket coaching in YMCA in the summer of 92 often cracking a joke at my innate ability to get bowled often , the stories he told of his days in the army ..... and his english had a certain 1940's feel about it ...pretty much on the same lines as C.V.Rajagopalachary's ....small talk on M.S.Subbulaskhmi's eternal bhaja govindam.
The days we had a cold war as to who would beat each other to getting the newspaper in its unruffled virgin form reading the headlines first...was such an important daily event for me .There were times my grandma used to occaissonally glanceto me that the newspaper guy on his cycle was nearing our street,so I would make a quiet ,unpretentious dash to the gate and grab at the newspaper.I realise that there is no one to fight with ....all for 20 printed pages of news that one has hot with the cofee.
Even as I was recovering from the huge mental blow of reconciling myself to the fact that he was not there,matters got a little worse when some relatives mine came over feigning a tear or two ....that they always used to think about my grandpa...and blah blah ..blah..when they actually didnt even care about him.To see people like that blatantly pretending ....was like rubbing salt on my wounds .....and its even more hard to digest the fact that these shameless people are part of our large family ....
The most depressing part was accompanying my uncles , carrying pieces of burning wood , to the place where we had to burn him and the last rites being performed....seeing my grandfather amongst pieces of wood...and finally when the pyre was lit....My heart seemed to be on fire more than the logs of wood ........as I made the journey back from the cemetry to my grandpa's place .
I got to know life a little better that day !!! It was the first time I experienced sadness of a different degree,spent a day staring at a dead body, saw feigning hypocrites and of course ....wept inconsolably ....
This is some sensational news ..got it from http://www.weeklyworldnews.com/features/politics/61694
ADDING to its reputation as the most sexually liberal nation in the world, Sweden has just legalized looking up ladies' skirts!
In a nearly unanimous vote in the Swedish Parliament, the motion was carried 332 to 17. To celebrate the new law, the Parliament's second floor was replaced with a see-through glass floor, and women were invited to stand on the floor, wearing their loosest, widest skirts, with or without underwear. Men were invited to bring their cameras, stand on the floor below and look up.
"I was fully aroused for the next three weeks," gushes male viewer, Tor Lundgren, 24.
The women standing above the men were no less enthusiastic. "It was even more exciting than I'd imagined," reveals Christina Schollin, 32. "I chose to wear no underwear, and, well, I just felt this electric thrill run through me as the men stared up at me. I may just leave my underwear home from now on."
Lutheran minister Gunnar Bjoernstrand, 40, has made peace with the new law. "It was just a question of time before it became legalized. And, really, something harmless like this should not be a crime. Sex and the body are beautiful, natural things.
"When we appreciate and adore the body by looking up ladies' skirts, we are, to a certain degree, giving thanks to the creations of God, who after all made us in His image."
It's exactly a year and 5 minutes since my life changed for the better.Last year this time I had just finished writing the Infosys test at Meenakshi college and had just come ut of the hall,with a slight premonition that I may not make it ...but luck had it just otherwise and the rest was history ...
Last year I went to bangalore literally every weekend ,spent nigts in some dingy hotel rooms near the railway station all in search for a high paying software job. Bangalore and IT was the buzzword when i passed out of college ...and I decided to hunt extensively in bangalore where jobs were handed out and sellink like idli vada in saravana bhavan !!!
I learnt the importance of having a referall, in a company who could inform u about when the tests for frshers would be conducted and since I hardly had any godfather's working in plush IT companies in bangalore I decided to hunt on my own and went to the extent of spotting people ...who came out of their company for a tea/cofee or to sneak a fag....and requested them to give their emplyoyee number and passed on my resume to them. I remember walking down to almost every company in ITPL bangalore(equivalentof our chennai's tidel park,giving away my resume ,as it were a wedding invitation). I did attend quite a few tests ,but luck simply wasnt on my side as most of the tests in bangalore were cancelled on the day of the walk in because the company couldnt handle the crowd that came in to take the tests and in the tests that I got thru ...I didnt make it to the tech interview.
I actually didnt need to do this as I already had a job in polaris software solutions (chennai),but seemingly was reluctant to go there as the pay wasnt high there for an entry level software engineer,as compared to other software companies.
I had to join polaris on August 9th and By quirk of fate ,I had my Infy test the previous day ...which I qualified...and waited for a few days for the results ,while I didnt join Polaris ...in the hope that i would get through Infy (terribly risky !!!).
In the end ,I guess It was worth the wait,working for the best software company....in India .
So kinda celebrating the anniversary ..of my "change of luck" .
Every other day in the papers I get tired of DR Arindham chaudhary's efforts to get his B school IIPM noticed.He has the chutzpah to compare his B school (IIPM) with the IIM's ,even going on to say that IIPM is notches ahead of a few IIM's and other reputed B schools.
What does he think , By just arming students with a Laptop,he can change the way Indian's go about business or bring about a radical change in a motley bunch of students.I may be a little captious about IIPM by pointing out their gimmicks to get inside the TOP 10 elite B schools in the Indian scene,but am definetely convinced that IIPM is just trying to make up the numbers and create some unneccesary hype rather than actually focussing on improving the quality of education.
IIPM seems to have meddled with some ratings and has purpotedly published some incorrect details while advertising (as said in Outlook).
I am contemplating a getaway to tada ,which is about 100km's from chennai along the TN-AP border,more so in andhra pradesh.I am tagging along with krib's gang ,which planned to go out there.Kiruba had posted this a few minutes back ...and it seems the that the 5 enfield bikes were booked in just under 3 minutes of the his post on his site. That's real fast ..... Any way no probs , I guess I would have to play pillion on kishore's bike for the journey.
I have been thinking for taking a quiet break ,but seriously have not found time.Now , though I am on leave ..for a few days ..I have no friends to accompany me as every one is quite busy ...
so this break ..for a day should do me a world of good ...
So thats about it ...
Well my comp at home is finally working .... and am relieved to a large extent. I made a few visits to the doc ...and am on medications right now ...it's probably a mild stress related syndrome ..hope it's nothing serious.I might be away from work for about a couple of weeks more..while the medications are on. The fact is 60% of the time I look perfectly fine ...but tiredness seems to creep in anytime.I reflected over the fact that my lifestyle over the last few years hardly involved any physical activity...so it looks as if the software of laziness has infected my body ...throughout.
I had taken some interesting photos ..which I will soon put up ...sometime tommorow
Life otherwise is moving on slowly unravelling many mysteries ..along the way...
It's been roughly 16 long years sinced I became addicted to this habit of mine and still find that it's quite hard to come out of it.This habit of mine ..has defied maths and logic and all theories surrounding human health.It's coming at a time when my professional life requires me to be an insomniac for the next few months ....but am getting nowhere near that direction..simply bcoz of my rendezvous with sleep.
If u are still wondering what I am talking about, it's my predeliction towards dozing .....and the term TRIPANOSOMA ,means the african sleeping sickness ...which was what I learnt in class 7 , when my teacher assosiated this syndrome with me....in class .... taking a humorous dig at my "instant dozing "skills. I seem to doze of in a second ...whenever I tend to think about something deeply ...and that sure has attracted a lot of flak since childhood.There seems to be general lethargy that seems to drag on whenever I reach home and whenever I stare at code ..on my desktop after a heavy lunch. There are other occaissons where I may have slept well the previous night , but even then ...the phenomenen of sleep keeps seducing me every time into it's lovely world , where every thing happens ....(like code compiles,runs and shows 0 errors ...and other wannabe things " ) .
The sleeping problem is actually much serious than it sounds....as some of the docs said they've never heard of such a thing before ..... If anyone knows a good doc around ..do push in a mail at kartik dot kannan at gmail dot com ...and I'l be glad enough to see my addiction assuaged to an extent .
Other wise Life is moving on ..quite fast ...at quite bovine at times...just like a sine wave ....and my playlist too hasnt changed much through out the past week ,may it be on my walkman or stereo system.
Bhool Ja (shaan )
Tanha dil (shaan)
Girlfriend (boys )
zara zara (RHTDM )
Yuhi Chala Chal (Swades)
Sadly my computer at home has been down for about 2 weeks , yet to recover from the load inflicted by it's client (me ...) during the last few days of june ...as the broadband festival was nearing an end.
Suprisingly, there was not much speculation and brouhaha over vivek paul(former CEO of Wipro) quitting wipro for Texas systems as was witnessed when tremors over the ambani empire broke out.Wipro's stock seems quite secure ...unlike Reliance,where the share prices were affected when the rumours of a "power battle" between the ambanis was to follow. This is probably because the Majority of wipro's stocks (well above 80 percent ) is held by Azim Premji , the Promoter.
So how much would that news actually impact India ,rather than just impact Wipro ? I personally believe that these high honchos who ultimately resign for greener pastures are doing India's GDP a great favour by moving out of the big profile companies and joining smaller ones or venture into starting newer ones. How ? one may ask.... well it's just that these people (say for example ...Vivek paul ) steer the company they head to a level from where they can hand over the reigns to their juniors who can mange the show without much difficulty,as the only thing required from the people who take over would be to follow the exisiting structure in a disciplined form...It is because there are such highly enthusiastic people ....that one finds that people tend to shift over companies,as they realise that intellectually not much requires to be achieved , after framing and implementing the core business or logic.
With WIPRO an estabilished Brand, there probably seems lesser challenges for Vivek paul ,so to fuel his thirst for dynamic challenges ,he feels a change to a smaller/different nature of business
would provide him a situation to start all over again. Thus he starts or helps another smaller company to scale over their existing levels.
A sinilar case is Phaneesh Murthy,former Infosys head of US operations ...who now has leverages all his kowledge and experience at Infosys , now by heading I-gate Global solutions.
So the next time u read a headline saying some high profile honcho has quit a big company, it may be the company's loss , but is India's gain .... if the larger scheme of things are looked at.
As i was driving through Gandhi Nagar adyar,I noticed a flurry of bikes and commotion on the 4th main Road,usually seen only when parents drop their wards at school.It took me a while to realise that the inter-school fest KALANJALI was going on.
All of a sudden ...just as maniratnam attempts a flashback in his movies..i was transported 6 years back in time , when our batch Organized Kalanjali , and how My quiz" Referee's Verdict" was a major success considering the turnout for the event then.
I've managed to do a couple of more editions of My Sports quiz at school after passing out,Which incidentally had the winners ,also going on to win the ESPN school quiz.
That's our correspondent(Tara satyanarayanan) and Vice principal (sashikala sriram). They have been with this school since it's inception and it was glad to see them still there.Sashikala madam ,initially (class 5 -6) in a way was a terror....as her exterior image would project..but was a very nice teacher and a very friendly person .One of her biggest qualities was that she could even make the weakest students in the class not feel lonely and would give them confidence by personally interacting with them.
She knows each student very well ...primarily beacuse our school was a very small one , like one united family...more so an extension of gurukula...where every one had time for interacting and enjoying the small pleasures of life.Now given the fact that the school has 3 sections per class ...it would be quite an onerous task remembering names. But seriously ,even if a teacher forgets ur name ..she would defintetly remember ur antics ...and the way u were in school and nothing can be more rewarding for them , than seeing their students succesful after they've graduated out of school and meeting up with them.This was one such occaission.
She was my chemistry teacher till the 10th standard and tried hard to disprove my theory that there seemed to be no 'chemistry' between me and the subject.I initially struggled through the 9th standard chemistry with the concepts of avagaddarro's number,mole and molecule giving me sleepless nights..but slowly managed to get a hang of these concepts.
Revathi ma'm lived very close to my earlier house in adayar(jeevarathnam nagar).I remember an extremely funny incident where once during my summer holidays ...at about 8 30 in the night , I spotted her at a local departmental store (Prestige stores) and those days, for some reason , my paranoia towards Chemistry made me a little scared of her...and the moment I saw her ....My eyes opened really wide..and my adam's apple moved a cycle down ...heart skipped a beat...and in the melee ..i said "GOOD MORNING MA'M " and fled the place without collecting the 3rs change the shop owner had to give me.To this date I cant help laughing ...at that Incident.
She was talking on how sophisticated the school had become and how the facilities have improved,but somehow she felt that the simplicity in students had been eroded in the current generation, unlike our's where ,If i remember we even had classes in the open ground under trees.
I simply echo her feeling's .THOSE WERE THE DAYS .....
Rajendran sir has been by teacher for maths from as early as class 5.He has been assosiated with our school for a very long time. He used to be totally involved in the subject ,when he used to teach us.It was he who taught me that I have a terrible weakness for numbers and he who actually pulled me ot of the rubble of the paranioa of numbers ...by specifically focussing attention on me,so that I worked harder at my math.
I still remember the days when I used to doze of in his class,He would get so angry ...that he used to say ...the only way i can improve is " to have a pot of water above my head ....and make drops of water fall from the pot right on me ...so that I stay awake.
I only wish he had followed that,as the habit of dozing off has been sinceerly implemented from school thru college and now in office(especially the first few minutes after a heavy lunch).
It was so glad and heartening meeting him and some of the other teachers.
This was taken in the second floor of our school corridor.It was here that most of our high school life was spent as classes 11 and 12 are housed here.I was just thinking 5 years back, I was here rummaging through the contents of my textbook , doing last minute studies .....
Now they have put grills across the open walls,primarily to prevent any one from bending and falling over.
I had just finished making the code changes to an application and had replaced some eralier existing code with some new code which I thought would make the app run better and show the desired result.I compiled the program ...and checked the spool ...thankfuly no errors ...but when I ran the program ...a loud beep came ...I initially could'nt fathom why that Beep was coming continously ...this wasnt even C programming ..where you get sounds of various kind's by tinkering with some Built in keywords and function...this was on the AS 400,using a language called RPG.I tried hard ,but in vain ....I couldnt figure out why the sound was coming ... every 5 minutes thereafter the monotonous beep kept on ringing ..and I insanely went about checking the monitor !! ,CPU,music system...my cupboard and shelf....searching for a possible BUG to fix.... WAIT WAIT WAIT .....just rewind back........ what ? Music system ...that too in the workplace .....something was wrong ....I just realised I was at home and the time was 1 :15 in the wee hours of saturday.I still had a vague feeling ....thanx to my dreams , that my room and my bed were my office...and like an idiot ...started groping around the room and thinking hard ...what the sound meant .and why the heck was it coming.All that could occur to me was,some where I must have done a wrong code change ...so that's why the erround sound....and after 10 such insane acts of getting up , I realize that It was my mobile alarm below my pillow that caused all the problem.
I felt like banging myself on the wall.This bout of programming and bug fixing at Office...really had a far reaching effect in my dreams to the extent that it has now started to become a regular visitor on my "night show -The dreams" .
So much so ...........When I got up this morningI had a good laugh at myself ...for the crazy antic early this morning.
KARTING ....all it means is to drive in a "kart" ...a battery powered vehicle resemblling an F1 vehicle.This was taken at KART ATTACK along ECR.
That is me ..racing along a sharp curve .....so schumi .and alsonso better watch out U JUST GOT COMPETITION kartik's ...coming at u.
This is one place where DRINK AND DRIVE is ok ... The small car is called a "KART" ...which is powered by a battery genset and gon to speeds of around 60-80 km's hour. I had a first hand experience about what formula 1 driving and racing is all about.The way the "kart " skids is so much so in sync with reality. It was great fun hitting other cars and racing at 70 km's/ hour speed ....though barring 2 bad crashes...where my vehicle went out of control ,coz the brakes didnt work on a sharp turn and imagine turning at 60km/hour on a u shaped curve....!!!
Last Sunday ..a couple of days back..I decided to leave for office to complete some pensing work..and my good intentions were laid to rest ..whe my bike conked off a 100 metrs from my office.I discovered that the Petrol tank had almost gone broke...and was unwilling to part with last drops of petrol it had to set the bike brimming with kinetic energy.
The nearest Petrol bunk was near the digital zone building of TCS ..a couple of kilometres away.Some wayside guy ..told me that the opposite direction had a petrol bunk within the vicinity of a kilometere...(which was actually 2 and a half more ). I follwed his advice and proceeded pushing my bike ...against the scorching morning sun...unmindful of the distance ahead.Then all of a sudden a good samaritan popped up and stopped his TVS 50 moped , to take out some petrol and donated it to my bike...through a make shift slice bottle strewn on the road.
But my bike you see, would like only fresh virgin petrol and not used petrol....it condescended to start on this petrol that the man offered.A few passerby's offered help by blowing into the petrol tank hard....so that the little petrol inside could actually be used to start the bike and just transport me to the nearest petrol bunk.........