Time to Reminisce

Don't read this post

2013-01-19T01:46:00.002+05:30

Its been quite some time since I sat down to reminisce. In fact its been over a year since the last time I sat down to blog. A lot has happened in the meantime. Didi was elected the chief minister of West Bengal; Obama was re-elected as the President of the United States (US of A as we Indians fondly like to call it); CERN finally managed to zero down on the elusive Higg's Boson; Gangnam Style became the first video to reach 1 Billion views on youtube; the world lost Steve Jobs, Aaron Swartz, Ravi Shankar and many other luminaries. But among all the successes and failures, deaths and controversies the earth still continues its around the sun. The ending of the Mayan Calendar did not bring about the catastrophe which people were afraid of; the discovery of the Higg's Boson did not prove to be catastrophic either. The human race seems to thrive on... in fact we are now 7 billion people living on earth.

But what has actually changed in my life? Nothing much... I am still a PhD student. I still am penniless (well thats actually deducible from the former fact), I still have no clue what I am doing with my research or my life, and once again I feel lost. I feel lost because my heart feels blank once more. I feel tired... like a man who has walked a long road and still can't see his destination. My Destination is where my destiny will take me. Thats what I have always felt. I have never really tried planning my future. When I was college, and I wanted to do was spend the rest of my life writing poetry, singing songs, and falling in love. I could never have imagined ending up writing C code for calculating Value at Risk for some financial institution. When I actually started doing it, I thought I would get a degree in Financial Management and work as an analyst for a Bank; A Master's degree in Italy was the last thing on my mind. While doing a Master's in E-Government I thought I would end up working for UN or EU or at worst Indian Government. A PhD in Language, Speech and Interaction was something I could never have dreamt of pursuing. But now that I am here, I don't know where I am headed. My heart feels blank today. All I want to do is escape... escape from everything... take a walk in the clouds, and clear the clouds in my head; hold your hand and walk down the road not travelled. But you are not here.. you are far far away... and I have to walk alone.

I know I will get over this phase... I don't know whether I will look back upon this day and laugh or cry, but I will get over it. I will barely remember any of causes of happiness, joy, sadness, distress, anger, or whatever concoction of feelings that are going through my head right now. The world is not going to hold still either. Powers will change hands again, we will discover new things, revel in the glory of our creations and mourn the deaths and destructions. But the world will go on, non stop, till the entire mankind is destroyed, and the sun finally burns out.

So, I guess its time to stop hurtling out my jumbled feelings, and time to pick up the guitar, and spend a beautiful saturday evening tormenting my neighbours with my songs. Why should I suffer alone ? :P :P

P.S. this post is just for me... so if you've managed to reach the end, please do not assume that I am drunk or suicidal. Do not assume that I am gonna quit my PhD, or am upset for any reason. I am just in one of my crazy moods... so Chill :)

Another mad post !!!

2011-09-15T02:16:00.003+05:30

Malta, Rome, Pisa, Florence, Genova, Nice, Monte Carlo, Cannes... you'd think I have had my share of travelling for this year... I wish... running around for the UK visa now... :( :(

Though currently I have two exams, abstract, qualification, and project deadlines coming up, all I can think about is playing the guitar and watching Friends and going back to New York...

Trying to go on a diet... the Fiorentina made it easy for me to quit (almost) meat... Oh Fiorentina... you have spoilt me for other meat... hmmm... that sounds icky... however, those who have tasted her, would know what I mean. Though I sincerely pray that heavens (yeah, I figure if they do, there must be one or more for each religion) don't exist, cause if they do, I am surely going to hell...

I wish it'd rain... I wish I could fly... I don't really know what I want... this was probably one of the most exciting, yet one of the most boring years of my life...

Why does time fly, and I can't ???

curl behind proxy

2010-12-31T03:45:00.002+05:30

This post is more of a reference to myself. I tried to install some software ( homebrew in this case ) on my mac. Since I am behind a proxy, was constantly getting errors till I figured out curl has an option to work behind http proxy:-

sudo curl -x http://myhttpproxy:8888 -L http://github.com/mxcl/homebrew/tarball/master | sudo tar xz --strip 1 -C /usr/local

replace http://myhttpproxy with your http-proxy and 8888 with the port number.

Works like a charm :) :)

Musings on Android Design

2010-07-27T18:41:00.004+05:30

Recently I have been delving a lot into the Android platform. I am currently working on an m-learning application. The purpose is to provide education on the go... learn while you are stuck in the traffic, learn while you're sitting in the train.While working on the android, I realized how important developing proper UI designs was. So here is a post I liked :)Android UI Design Tips

And a more latest one:- A video from Google on Android UI design patterns

aaj boshonto...

2010-04-01T16:30:00.006+05:30

Its spring... raining in Trento, snowing in the mountains... got a lot of work... have a week's vacation coming up... yet bored... my state reminds me of a Bengali song:

Aaj hok na rong fekashey..

Tomar amar akashey..

Chaand er hasi hok na jotoi klanto

Bristi namuk na ba namuk, jhor uthuk nai ba uthuk...

Ful futuk nai ba futuk, aaj boshonto...

Getting lost in time and space again and again...

SSH over Proxy

2010-01-15T02:20:00.004+05:30

For a change I decided to work at home after coming back from the Uni.

It was really frustrating when I realised that I was unable to ssh to the Unix server at the University from my Unix Box at home.

The main reason was that we using a http proxy at our student residence and Linux ssh doesn't have any option of providing http_proxy directly.

Fairly sure that I had seen such an option in Putty on windows where I could enter the proxy, I booted my into Doze... Lo and behold..I was right. I could use a proxy to connect using ssh from Putty.

This was really frustrating for me as I hate to do any coding work on my Doze box. So after almost 20 mins of digging on the internet I came across this post which told me how to use a proxy with ssh:

http://www.zeitoun.net/articles/ssh-through-http-proxy/start

The article states that we need to have root access to our ssh machine to run the ssh on port 443. I didn't understand why. It works fine by letting your ssh run on port 22.

So to use ssh with proxy on Ubuntu do the following:

Installing a package called connect-proxy using:

sudo apt-get install connect-proxy

Then configure the ~/.ssh/config by adding:

## Outside of the firewall, with HTTPS proxy
Host machineTosshTo.com
ProxyCommand connect -H proxyserver.com:3128 %h 22
## Inside the firewall (do not use proxy)
Host *
ProxyCommand connect %h %p

The %h 22 in the line

ProxyCommand connect -H proxyserver.com:3128 %h 22

points to the port (in this case default port 22 ) where your ssh server on your remote machine is running

And then use:

ssh machineTosshTo.com

to connect.

Pretty simple :)

Bengali TRANCE :O ????

2010-01-14T16:15:00.004+05:30

"Aami tomake bhalobashi baby" ... OMG... how often do you come across bengali lyrics while listening to Trance???? That too on AOL Radio??? Tibet by Cloxx from Trance:Vocal Session 2006, Vol 2... :O

Update:
Oh... its also on youtube.. though spelt as Clokx... not Cloxx

Second Life

2010-01-09T16:54:00.002+05:30

Last week at the Modena station I saw the trailer of "Il mondo dei replicanti". Since my Italian is not really excellent, I thought its some X-menesque mutantish movie. But the "Surrogates" was a little different from what I expected. It reminded me of the game Second Life.

In a world where all of us are wired at all times, and live virtual lives online through social networks and avatars, is this the future? Living in a make-believe fantasy world where we are all heroes performing extraordinary feats, while our real bodies fatten up on soda and french fries on the sofa?

Even the "Gamer" I watched yesterday, talked about living such virtual lives through someone else.

With the amount of MMORGs on the lose, the fate of the world is already doomed. Millions of people are already wired up major portion of their times living in fantasy worlds saving princesses, or building castles; while others even shop, work and LIVE a "Second Life".

Around 10 years back I had read the catchline of a company which said "Be the person the chatroom thinks you are". I have no clue what that company was selling, but today almost everyone has a virtual life in which he or she lives the life of his or her dreams.

Reminds me of a conversation from the Big Bang Theory:

Leonard: We need to widen our circle.
Sheldon: I have a very wide circle. I have 212 friends on myspace.
Leonard: Yes, and you’ve never met one of them.
Sheldon: That’s the beauty of it.

Many Happy Returns of the day

2009-12-22T16:19:00.002+05:30

I wonder if its appropriate to wish someone "Many Happy Returns of the Day" on their wedding...

Its snowing in Trento. As I look out of the window and watch the snow gently fall on the ground, I feel lazy...

I am listening to Savatage - Agony and Ecstasy... though Progressive Rock is not the most romantic stuff to listen to when its snowing outside, somehow it fits in with the ecstasy mixed with agony in my heart...

Listen to me from deep down inside...
I'm the madness that just will not die.

Agyatobash

2009-10-12T15:44:00.001+05:30

Too lazy to search for a Bangla font, so here goes:-

"Achena Path, andhakare,
Mon royechhcey, bondho dyare.
Ekla amar potho chola,
Aaj shesh holo mor miththey bola.
Moner majhe meghla akash
Tai aaj theke mor agyatobash..."

You can't take Durga Pujo out of a Bengali's heart

2009-09-23T21:36:00.003+05:30

You can take a Bengali out of Bengal, but you can't take Durga Pujo out of his heart. This is the first time in my life when I'll not be able to hear rumblings of dhaak; this is the first time I'll not be able to watch dhunuchi naach, and bow down before Ma Durga. However being thousands of miles away from home doesn't really take the feeling of Durga Pujo out of a Bengali's heart. Today is Panchami, and even though I can't see the Kaashful sway gently in the breeze, I can somehow smell them. Even Though I can't hear the dhaak, my heart still dances to its beats.Although I am thousands of miles away from home, my head still bows down before Ma Durga. The very thought that it is Durga Pujo is enough to make me happy. It makes my heart sway and adds a certain gallop to my steps and makes me chirpy :).
Durga Pujo has never been a mere religious festival to me. And I had once said that Durga Pujoy Kolkata Las Vegas keo haar manay. Today I can say that Kolkata during Durga Pujo is not only more beautiful than Las Vegas, but the entire world. And as I close my eyes, somehow I am taken back to those streets I had walked down as a kid, and the sounds of pushpanjali and dhaak fill my ears, the smell of dhunuchi and dhup fill my senses... and I am there, a seven year old, holding my Mom's hand, waiting for the Pushpanjali to start..

You are an Indian in Trento if ....

2009-08-13T02:56:00.004+05:30

If you're the type who gets offended easily, and has no sense of humor... please stop reading now.

You are an Indian in Trento if:-

1) You carried a 5 Kg pressure cooker from India even though your luggage limit was 20 Kg.
2) You think Pizza hut/corner made better pizza than the ones found in Trento.
3) Your Pasta tastes like noodles back home.
4) Your Italian is very minimal and you always resort to English after 2 sentences.
5) You look at the girls and wish at least one of them would sleep with you.
6) You look at the guys and realize why the girls won't.
7) You still think that the drunk girl who kissed you at the party would have gone to bed with you if you could speak Italian.
8) You know someone who has dropped out from either a Masters or PhD.
9) You have tried to travel in the bus without punching your ticket.
10) You know who Manish is, and often refer to him for either Italian translation, advice or help.
11) You have at one point of time while reading this post, smiled because you could relate, and have cursed me too.

What Joe Cracker Really sang at Woodstock

2009-07-25T15:06:00.005+05:30

Singer : Joe Cocker.
WoodStock 1969

In 1969, Joe Cocker resang the Beatles "With a little help from my friends"... Here's what he sounded like:-

And the Original Beatles version:-

The actual Lyrics ( believe it or not, he was actually singing this):-

What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me ?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

What do I do when my love is away
(Does it worry you to be alone ?)
How do I feel by the end of the day,
(Are you sad because you're on your own ?)

No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.

Would you believe in a love at first sight
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light
I can't tell you but I know it's mine,

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
with a little help from my friends.

Time flies

2009-07-15T13:47:00.007+05:30

Well it has been quite some time since I wrote my last post. Quite a few things have happened in the last few days:-
1) Went on two hiking trips. One to Monte Calisio and the other to Pinzolo... Italy is beautiful. Have been meaning to blog about those trips ever since...
2) Was able to go past ciao, come stai and bene with my Italian... have added words like per favore, arrivederci, adesso and piutardi to the list :P
3) Finally got the specification from CSS... so its hard work now.
4) Completed my PhD application on the last day... so no hope of getting through - there have been over 1500 applications for this year :(
5) Started reading another of Robin Cook's medical thrillers... I am hooked on to RC :)
6) High time I started job hunting... Don't want to end up jobless...
7) The weather is enchanting... low hanging clouds, cool breeze, slight drizzle... I hate to be alone :(
8)Oh.. I missed the Miss Trentino regional finals :(

Pics of Miss Trento contest

2009-06-19T22:55:00.014+05:30

As promised: Click on this to view more pics on flickr

Miss Trento Italia 2009

2009-06-19T18:57:00.011+05:30

The last time I had watched a beauty pageant live was when I watched a few girls trying to catwalk on my Engineering college amphitheatre ( spot the Italian connection? ) way back in 2003. Last night had everything which that beauty pageant did not have. While I do not even remember the faces, leave alone the names of the participants or the winners of the 2003 contest, last night's faces will be imprinted on my mind for quite some time to come.

The evening began with the models swaying to the Pussycat Dolls' version of AR Rahman's Jai Ho. It was pretty funny listening to AR Rahman's music being performed on a stage in Italy where leave alone Hindi or Tamil, most of the people don't even understand English. So albeit the curses everyone had bestowed on Danny Boyle for his portrayal of India, I felt proud to hear the music play and was glad that the Slumdog had helped make a few millionaires.

You can find the video of the dance at:-

Sony DSC H9 does provide a decent video clarity.

As the evening progressed, and the models sashayed down the ramp first in Evening gowns, then in beachwear, and later in wedding gowns, all we could do was stare at them, mesmerized.

All of us had our favorites, and unfortunately I had to be satisfied with my favourite one Valeria Simonetti winning the fourth position with the title of Miss Peugeot.

The fight was down to Stefania Deval and Valentina Targa for the crown. But the 17 year old blonde Valentina Targa won hands down. She had the charm and grace of a beauty queen and exuded a lot of charisma as she walked down the ramp with the crown.

I have uploaded the two videos for the ones who missed the show. I'll also upload a few pics for the unfortunate ones.

I am looking forward to the regional finals Miss Trentino Alto Adige which will be held on the 8th of July at Piazza Duomo in Trento

Of death and other mortal things!!!

2009-05-27T16:26:00.003+05:30

I have nothing better to do right now. I spent the entire morning trying to model a toy ontology using WSMO... if you don't understand what that is... welcome to the league.
Then I started googling (google has become one of those brand names like xerox which has replaced the by the product name... Genericized trademarks ... blah blah if you know what I mean :P)
about random things. I came across a site where people ask for self-help advice... mind it I was not looking for self-help ... I guess even God can't help me with WSMO :P. Anyway I came across somebody who had posted the following question:-
"Someone help me…
How can i suicide with little pain?
Give me suggestions."

I went DUH ??? Well anyway, my curious self read on to see what people had answered. While most of the people went about trying to deter him/her from the act of committing suiced a few actually suggested methods.

Here are the relevant answers:-

1) "blow yourself up it will be awesome" -- huh??? Now how does he know it'll be awesome??? What if its not???

2) "jumping off a tall building is painless. try landing on your head. good luck" -- Just to ensure that you are not lightheaded you can shove your head up your ass... that way you're sure to die, either from the fall or whatever...

3)"Take a handful of Tylenol PM and go to sleep with a garbage bag tied around your neck." -- I don't know about the Tylenol, but I'd surely die from the smell of garbage ( advice:- don't use a fresh bag )

4) "Buy 12 ecstacy pills. Take all at once. Goodluck." -- Is this what you call to die out of happiness??? Would he be ecstatic to die???

5) "die by old age" -- by far the best one... but when can you say that you're "old enough to die :P" ?

My suggestions:-

1) Time travel back to when you were a kid and nuke yourself ( I mean your young-self... or whatever)

2) Go and tell your girlfriend that you're sleeping around with her best friend - death will be instantaneous - don't know about the painless part though.

3) If your eyebrows are joined like mine, then on a full moon night imagine that you've turned into a werewolf and eat yourself.

On a more serious note, here are a few quotes on dying:-

"Always go to other people's funerals, otherwise they won't come to yours. " - Yogi Berra.

"I don't believe in dying. It's been done. I'm working on a new exit. Besides, I can't die now— I'm booked. I can't afford to die— I'd lose too much money." -George Burns

"They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad to realize that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days." - Garrison Keiler

"If you die in an elevator, be sure to push the up button. " - Sam Levenson

"When you've told someone that you've left them a legacy the only decent thing to do is to die at once." - Samuel Butler.

"At my age I do what Mark Twain did. I get my daily paper, look at the obituaries page and if I'm not there I carry on as usual." - Patrick Moore.

"I want to die like my grandfather, peacefully in his sleep, not screaming and terrified, like his passengers. " --Bob Monkhouse

I hate love

2009-05-26T18:15:00.003+05:30

I was digging through an old diary last night which I had carried with me to Italy. One entry written sometime in 2000 struck me. I must have scribbled in down in a fit of frenzy over being heartbroken by some girl, movie-star, fender-stratocaster-I-might-not-have-been-able-to-afford; or I might have been generally pissed off with life. Really don’t remember the circumstances under which I had penned this down.
I googled out the lines and realized that every odd line is from a poem from the movie “A walk to remember”. I remember having watched it a long time back. Now that I think about it, it was a very beautiful movie.
Nevertheless, here goes:-

I hate love
Love is patient, love is kind
Love is screwed up, love is blind
Love is not jealous, it does not brag, and it is not proud.
Love will someday kill you and also be your shroud
Love is not rude, is not selfish, and does not become angry easily.
Love just pisses you off immensely...
Love does not remember wrongs done against it.
Love just counts the number of times you've not been right
Love is not happy with evil, but is happy with truth.
Love is a virus that spreads through bluetooth.
Love bears all things, believes all things,
Just can’t bear you and believe a single word you say
hopes all things, endures all things.
The worst to endure is love itself
Love never fails
But can screw you enough to make life hell

Disclaimer: This poem in no way reflects my true feelings about love :P. It was written ages back.

Punishment

2009-05-23T07:20:00.004+05:30

Repeat hundred times "I will not waste spend sleepless nights watching Heroes"

for ( i=0;i<100;i++)
System.out.println("I will not spend sleepless nights watching Heroes");

5 Episodes down... and its almost 4 in the morning.

For the people interested in watching Season 3 online, here's the link:-
Heroes Season 3 view online

I prefer watching DVD ripped versions though :)

Catch me if you can

2009-05-17T18:01:00.007+05:30

You know why the Yankees always win, Frank?
'Cause they have Mickey Mantle?
No, it's 'cause the other teams can't stop staring at those damn pinstripes.

Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.

Dear Dad, you told me an honest man has no fear, so I'm trying hard not to be afraid.

Ah, people only know what you tell them, Carl.

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Oh, lord, through the revolution

venice - I came I saw I went back...

2009-05-05T03:33:00.006+05:30

My first trip to Venice came as a 2-hour package.. not counting the 4 hours it took to go to Venice and the 4 hours of return journey to Trento. I realized one thing today. It is not the city but the people who make a place romantic and beautiful. There's nothing romantic about Venice where you're roaming around the place trying to find the main station with someone else's newly married wife, tugging around 20 Kgs of luggage in 30 degree centigrade temperature.

As I stood there watching the Gondolas moving in the murky canal waters all I could do was wonder why couples find this city so romantic. But then I guess I needed to be with that special person to realize that. Maybe the feeling of being in the most romantic city of the world with your loved one is what makes the heart flutter and the music play.

Hopefully I'll be able to hear the music and feel the romance in the air the next time I am in Venice.

IPL, SPL, FIPL, etc

2009-05-01T16:15:00.007+05:30

I can't really decide what's more interesting about the IPL (Or should I call it SPL ;); the fight for the last spot between KKR and RCB, or the blog by the so called Fake IPL player which already has nearly 4500 followers in the past 3 weeks.

I have been passionately following his blog for the past couple of days as soon as my friend informed me about a probable leak in insider information from the KKR dressing room. And being a typical Indian, and a Bengali at that, I couldn't really give up my hunger for a daily dose of humorous gossip. So here I was, voraciously devouring every article which the FIPLP doled out.

I was thoroughly excited when in today's post he mentioned in his P.P.P.P.P.S. that "I have decided to retire from all forms of cricket after IPL. I will disclose my identity on our last match day." ... wow... now that'll be fun. But I don't really know if I want Kolkata to get kicked out of the series earlier cause I want to know this guy's identity or I want them to stay put till the final cause I want him to keep on blogging. As for the other reason I would want KKR to stay on (viz. KKR winning IPL2k9) - I had given up hope a long long time back. I will not comment on the current team and its mismanagement cause I guess the FIPL Player is doing more than a commendable job and I can never match up to his acumen and sarcasm.

The latest news is that SRK has decided to sell the KKR. He's already been behaving like a ***** ( leave that to your interpretation ) by dropping "Kolkata" out of all the merchandise of KKR... ( src: http://sports.in.msn.com/ipl/article.aspx?cp-documentid=2985960 ).

I am currently following the KKR vs MI match on cricinfo.com and watching a deferred live version on http://livevideo.t20.com. Well for a change the KKR seems to be troubling MI ( I still can't believe Tendulkar got out to Agarkar ( was it just a bad shot, bad luck or did Agarkar plead to him last night for mercy !!! ).

A eternal optimist that I am, I am still hoping that KKR will somehow come through this series and not end up at the bottom. MI are 106/5 at the end of the 16th over....

P.S. For all the people who have not been privileged to read the FIPL Player's blog check it out at :-

http://fakeiplplayer.blogspot.com/

P.P.S. KKR as usual met up to my expectations and lost the match to MI

Of Turkish Coffee, Fortune Telling and Voltaire

2009-04-22T17:19:00.005+05:30

Last night I had Turkish coffee; "Kahwe" to be more precise.
It is served in a small porcelain cup with a homogeneous layer of foam on top of the dark brown fluid. You are first supposed to drink a cold glass of water to eliminate any prior taste that is left in your mouth. Then you should sip off the foam and then slowly drink the hot and pungent coffee. Once you finish your coffee (if you manage to do so without burning your tongue) you’ll notice that there is a thick layer of residue of coffee grains lying on the bottom of the cup (WARNING: Don’t try to taste it... it tastes yuck… personal experience).
Now that I am done with the technicalities of the process of Turkish coffee drinking, let me shift my concentration to the thick residue of coffee that I mentioned lying at the bottom of my cup. I had my fortune read by a Turkish Fortune teller… well she was a friend… she turned the saucer and placed it on top of the cup, closed her eyes and turned it over; then began the wait for the cup to cool and the reading to begin.
Begum picked up my cooled up and looked into it… “Ahem! … your cup says that you have a long road ahead, and you’ll face lots of obstacles” … etc, etc.
But you know what happens when someone tells you your future; you start thinking.
There was this movie I watched the other day “The Butterfly Effect”. Ashton Kutcher, the main protagonist in this movie had the power to go back in time and change things, as a result of which a completely different parallel universe was spawned and he ended up changing his future (or should I say the immediate present where he went back into time from). Pretty interesting stuff…That night I had lay on my bed wondering what I actually would correct in my past if I was given a chance to go back and change things. Maybe I’d win the 200 m race which I lost and missed out a chance to break my school record because I didn’t see the finishing line (strange you think??? Considering that I am stone blind without my glasses … not very!!!); maybe I’d have been careful enough not to lose my passport on a lazy winter morning at JFK; or would have drunk only mineral water in Belgaum and not ended up on bed with jaundice; maybe I’d have studied more and worked harder and been more successful in life; … But then… just think about it - If I had really changed anything, then it’d have changed all the things from that point on. And there are so many things about my present life I am happy about which I cherish. I am what my experiences made me; whether they are good or bad. Whether I succeeded or failed at a certain point of time doesn’t matter. By wanting to change my past I want to change myself… I might become a better, richer, and more successful man – but would that really be me or someone else? Would I still have the same friends I have, would I still be as happy as I am today, would I still be as loved or as hated as I am right now??? Who knows I might become less happy and less loved… maybe I’d have been somewhere in US of A without a job, or maybe even dead. So why would I want to change the past? What I can change though, is my future – cause with respect to my future, my present is my past (intellectual blabber :P !!!). Hence it really doesn’t matter what the readings in the coffee cup says, it doesn’t matter what the crystal ball predicts; what matters is what I think I want to do; what I want my future to be and whether I believe that I am capable of carving my own destiny and am strong enough to chase my dreams. That is what matters. I believe that my future lies in my hands and not in its lines.
So in the words of Voltaire “Tout est pour le mieux dans le meilleur des mondes possibles “ (roughly translates to “Whatever happens, happens for the best, in this best of all possible worlds”).

2009-04-13T19:19:00.004+05:30

As the sun sets over the mountains.. I can hear music and laughter floating down from somewhere... my guitar leans on a glass door, and I just sit back and watch the skies... And think of you....

Back on Orkut

2008-12-28T20:09:00.003+05:30

Well.. finally I am back on Orkut. Sometimes I feel its good to spend some time away from people. Gives you some time to think about life.. about what you want to do.. specially if you're jobless and jaundiced. Am feeling better now. All set to fly on the 1st. Have my fingers crossed though for the appo with the doc tomorrow. I still have to study a lot for my exams starting on the 7th