Me Myself and the crazy world

मन समर्पित, तन समर्पित और यह जीवन समर्पित चाहता हूँ देश की धरती तुझे कुछ और भी दूं!!! Had been thinking of writing a blog post on the day of our Independence but there were too many thoughts in the mind that it was too difficult to pen down one. With the advent of social media and with almost all of the educated, semi educated and literate youth on social networking sites, it has become quite to easy to congratulate each other on our Independence day and show ourselves that we belong. And to carry on with this pretense a lot happens without thought, without assessing credibility of information. An immense contribution from preconceived notions of a few, a mere desire of many to flow with the currents and then those few who have an obsessive compulsive disorder of posting everything without a thought. This all was fine with me until recently when it started encroaching upon my belief system that stands on one single ground of "thought". Ever since Anna has taken up the cu...

Listening to Metallica's death magnetic, watching as the suspense build up waiting if one of those armed men would panic and it would end up booming all the way, but then happens the day that usually never comes... Peace reigns, brotherhood, love for thy neighbor and all that should be "in a perfect world" But then do I ask is it really a perfect world? Maybe in some other parallel universe, but not here. It's been two days now, media coverage is declining, politicians have started chewing on the leftover bones... been two days... And my perpetual anger has a new fuel. Who dares push us around, who dares think we can hit the ground? But then are we really proving any better? Yes we were a country of peaceful men and women. Yes the father of our nation is well acknowledged as the prophet of peace in modern times. Yes he did baffled the british with his methods of peaceful agitation. But that was more than 60 years back. That was during the days when the men were...

There was a time when we were "ruled" by others. Those were the days when the country came together, and we should see this as the silver lining in the cloud that covered our nation for more than two centuries. Those were the days when the first shoots of leadership germinated in this country. Instead of the Kings of old, who led their men to fight their kin, a new generation of leaders came into existence. Those were the leaders who brought together the masses, for that was the need of the hour. Those were the men who led the people against the "rulers". Some were revolutionary, others were otherwise revolutionary. History has been a witness that while most other countries gained freedom by war, we did under the leadership of a man who knew how to channel the energy of the mob. The path he followed was "Andolan" instead of armed revolution. He was the "Father of our Nation", he was Mahatma Gandhi. Ours was a nation of oppressed, suppressed, po...

As with all other things, the video has been doing rounds on facebook these days. Illustrating the value of Rs. 500/- for different people the video wishes to enlighten the public towards the glaring and ever widening class separation in the country. The intent is highly commendable but where is the practicality? While the video enlightens the hip and happening young generation that's oblivious to the fact that there is, unfortunately, enough poverty in the country, pries open our eyes to the fact that a lot of students have to drop off from school owing to the lack of "money", it still tends to predilect towards monetary philanthropy. Is that really what we need? Will shelling out our hard earned money towards charity really going to get us a shining India? Will the foundations of a futuristic Mahaan Bharat, rest on the garbage dump of alms? If we all start living poor just because our neighbor is poor, and because you love thy neighbor. If everyone starts sending the...

We were driving back home in CLT, from work and Ankush was driving. Ahead of us a car spewed some weird fumes which entered our radiator and into the car's ventilation system. We could smell it and it smelled bad. Well!! But that's not any experience, we know how it smells near a sugar factory, paper factory or right outside a big city. While I was being sent to this "other people's dream" country, we were given a cross cultural orientation session. As ever and as my detestation goes about such tutoring, I filtered out most but two things I still remembered for I had a "as usual" argument with the session coordinator about those. She had asked us: 1. Do not stereotype 2. Americans are highly sensitive to smell. A lot of grubby nonsense about body odor, spicy food and the like. Hmm!!! I found that self contradictory and fought. Anyways, after coming here I found 1. Who, ever goes out in the "out"? Life here is contained in airtight houses, of...

Today Maybe this is not the right time and the right world for me. I should have been born way back in the 14 th century, when men went on voyages across oceans and continents on conquests that would change course of history, conquests that would make them richer in monetary terms and also in life's experiences. Conquests where they would observe and accumulate knowledge of hitherto unknown. Conquests that would yield, nothing but would still be worthwhile and fun for someone with a keen sense of observation. But gone are those days. Voyage has taken the shape of a high speed flight plan, or a cruise with well chalked out routes and no surprises in store. The world has become one big city and the whole earth can be watched and unraveled in detail on a puny 14 inch monitor, using google maps or wikimapia with the latest addition of street views and 3D imagery. Lest there is too less to discover, still lesser to know that might need one to go out of the confines of his abode....

After eons, I finally got an opportunity to have lunch with my buddies in the break room today. And as we sat chatting anything and everything and came up to the possibility of defragmenting a man to allow him to tie up his whole body to serve specific purpose. It came up that I could serve vengeance to the extent of creating a bug that evolves and reproduces itself that no one could debug it for it will create copies of itself faster than one could remove it, if ever someone tried to convert my body into a robotic manifestation. And someone just said that my joke was something to be thought about. A bug that evolves... Well, it is not. If only we look, such bugs are all around us. But those are too small to be noticed, and probably that's why those are called viruses. Still it was an idea nonetheless. An idea different from a perspective we usually take. Such gibberish, such unusual and unexpected conditions lead to real innovation. I still remember reading about how Schwarzc...