My Excogitation

My next set of tattoos

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 07 May 2018 05:07:00 +0000

It was in this month 8 years ago I got my first ever tattoo. And after 8 long years I still have the love for the ink, in total I have now four tattoos. I have to thank Veer Hegde for his time and patience in sitting with me for multiple session in designing and take one whole day to complete both of the tattoos. Out of my four I have gotten three of them from him and I would return back to him because of his time and effort in making custom tattoo for me.

This tattoo is called 'My Love'. A tattoo that's too dear and near to me. This one has 4 parts in it. Firstly the outer Sun in it represents the family I define. Just like how the Sun forms an integral part of this solar system, this one represents the family in which I am the center of it. Next the year 1878, this is the year my favorite football club Manchester United was founded. Then the time shown 6:35 is when the love of my life Ashu was born. Last but the most important thing in this is the vinyl record background for the clock, this one is to represent my love to the music.

This arm band tattoo is called 'My Life Stages', this is not a fully final tattoo as of now. All throughout my life I am going to get this kind of arm bands when ever I feel that I have completed a stage in my life. A life stage for me is defined by when I feel satisfied in life. When I got this tattoo in November 2017, I felt that if I had died at that time, I would not have any regrets of not completing a task in my life. This is when I marked it as a stage completion.

Chaos vs Pattern

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 04 Apr 2018 06:25:00 +0000

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There is always a never ending argument in my head about which is better a pattern or chaos.

A monotonous pattern could not surprise you and cause a headache, but this means that there is no learning from it, this also means that you are never in the unknown thus experiencing life in one way till the end. On the other hand chaos means mostly being in the unknown; but this means that you have a headache to solve any issues that arise, this also means that you have the opportunity to learn a lot thus being ready to most of the life challenges that is being thrown at you.

When ever I was put in a chaotic scenario in my professional life I would always be mentally fatigued and thus wanting to find a pattern to create a momentary satisfaction and when I do end up in a monotonous schedule in life, I do get bored very quickly and find a little it of chaos to get me excited about stuff.

This would not be an argument if I had a substantial impact on this world, I would clearly choose the chaos and help others in learning from my work. But my impact will be mostly on those whom I am related to not anyone else. So, I cannot decide on one thing or the other. The fight must go on.

Would chaos win or will there be a victory for the monotonous pattern?
Will I ever get a clear answer?
Will I know it in time?

Looking up the food chain

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 31 Dec 2014 08:53:00 +0000


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In the past 7 years of my professional working career I have worked under some good people, some bad one, some impatient, some calm, some arrogant, some kind, some devoted to the cause, some careless. Most of them says that it is a corporate ladder that we climb over the years. But now I feel its more like a food chain than a ladder. It is more like a mouse evolving into a cat, rather than climbing up the ranks.

I have had the privilege to work with a delivery head who would get involved with each person under them (nearly 200) and also have worked with a person who doesn't even greet or smile when there is eye contact. I have seen a lenient leader who couldn't get any good work done by their team and a strict leader who got the best out of people.

Upon looking back I have a few people who actually made an impression on me. On the deadline day when you have to give a demo, the process which has to reach from point a to b, gets stuck in between. And a young trainee comes up and says that he had seen this error before and has a script to push it to point b. Obviously no one would believe that person at that deadline. And here came an ideal leader, he trusted me and defended me with his superiors. At that time he was not just defending me but also he put his trust on the line. I am not sure whether any other person would have taken that risk, but he did and that was set as an example in my mind.

Another one above me in the food chain was a manager who would go up-to an extent to defend his team from the customer and also sit along side you to help you get food or snacks during extended nights. Not to get things wrong here he was not a easy going when it came to actual office related work. But as person he was more generous, calm and collected. He is one of the managerial figures that I would look upon to. Another one is Sir Alex Ferguson, well yes this one is most obvious as a hardcore Manchester United Fan. Not that he is the only best football Manager in the world, but he still is one the best ever. But I got to know about Sir Alex more when I read his auto biography. Some situations, even though it didn't portray the exact scene, was too intense. When I put myself in his shoes and think, I would not have made many of the decisions that Sir Alex took. I mean those intense decision making skill obviously comes through experience, but some of them are too crazy for me to imagine.

When I become a manager I surely will be taking the traits of all the above stated people. Not that I would be exactly like them, but will have the most important characteristics. I will still be a man of my own accord with a managerial style of my own.

Lepakshi and Nandi Hills, A ride..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 02 Dec 2013 06:05:00 +0000

This was mine and Vijay's fourth bike trip back in 2012 or 2013, I don't remember the date. We had planned for a one day trip, we decided upon lepakshi and nandi hills.We started around seven in the morning. Not encountering much of a traffic inside the city, we crossed the city in about 40 min.There was a lot of speculation about an uproar in Andhra. Keeping that in mind we drove off past the international airport.

Driving on the Bangalore-Hyderabad highway was one of the most enjoying drives that I had while driving outside of Bangalore. The highway doesn't have any speed breakers as such. All along the side are quite a barren land with a lil bit of greenery. The wind is very very heavy, which actually drifts the bike away from a straight line.

We reached Lepakshi in the estimated time. The temple in Lepakshi is known for the roof top paintings, whatever is left of them. I was expecting a lot more of visual pleasure of the paintings, but most of them was left in half baked state. The temple on the whole was huge and was being expanded. We looked around and then left for Hindupur for lunch. Had a nice tummy filling lunch and left the place towards Nandi Hills.

We had so much time on our hand, we stopped on the way to click some pics and also to have a look at the lush greenery. The ride was pretty neat as nearly the whole way we only encountered greenery on both sides and the traffic was also at tolerable levels. It was planned that we reach Nandi Hills for sunset, but we reached early.

It wasn't a comfy bed that we needed, but a huge rock that was required to stretch the back and relax.

Laying on the rock, with an evening Sun shining away all the worries of this mortal world, with a blue sky above and clouds floating we rested. After resting for more than the required amount, we started drive back home. The drive from the top of Nandi hills was so beautiful that it almost felt like I was in heaven. The sunset was an added pleasure for the eyes.On the way back home we stopped once to have a fresh cup of coffee at a coffee day. And then reached home after a really good day drive.

The sound of the bikes kept on ringing in my ears even when I got up the next morning.

Feeling Inspired..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 05 Aug 2013 17:13:00 +0000

Finding inspiration is one of the toughest things these days. People depend on famous people quotes or works to get inspired. There are many talks and sessions conducted just for this cause. In between all these we tend to forget common people acts, with which one can get inspired. Recently I had one inspiration like this. It was a common man like us who inspired me.

There is this guy in the housekeeping staff in my office, his action on that day inspired me a lot. Just to give a background on him; he is one of the very friendly housekeeping staff member. He normally enjoys his work, I have never seen him being sad at workplace. Greets many people with a broad smile every day in and day out.

One day we had a mobile charger lying in our cubicle. For fun I had put up a post-it (as shown in the picture above). He came to me to ask what was that I had written on both the post-its. After explaining him, I offered him that charger and told him that was for free. He refused to take it and said he would not take free item and free items would also not last long. I was really impressed by his action. Even though this act seems normal, I took the positive out of this one. Many would argue saying that the charger might not be useful for him or it might also be a non worthy item or he might not have a different mobile. But refusal to accept free stuff, that's a principle which I saw in him and admired.

People these days are so greedy, they would demand free stuff and when given they would ask for their family. When an item is for sale with a free gift attached it will be sold more. Such is the kind of state that we humans live in. Well many might disagree with this, but the percentage of people wanting free stuff is growing at an alarming rate. At such a time, there are still people who want to earn whatever they want. Meeting such people and witnessing their actions surely does put a smile on my face and restores the faith in humanity.

Hello [no Hi]..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 20 Jun 2013 06:20:00 +0000

Off late I feel that Hi is not a proper way to greet people. Hello is much more majestic way to give salutation or greet people in English language. On the other hand Hi is more of a casual way of greeting people; and being casual is too mainstream.

I know that there is nothing wrong in greeting people with Hi and nothing right about greeting people with Hello. Its just that I feel whenever you greet a person whom you care then greeting them majestically is always better than a casual way. Don't get me wrong here, I am not expecting an hello from everyone. It is just that I don't feel good if I wish Hi to a person whom I care. Greeting with a Hi is like when u know someone but also when you are in a hurry.

While some might argue that Hi implies more personal greeting and Hello more formal way. Hello indicates the politeness in a person and Hi is just an easy, quick and careless way of greeting people.

Just imagine your life being narrated by Morgan Freeman, then he greeting people with a Hello would sound classy. You would be a portrayed as a person who is polite, bold and magnificent.

Back to the Childhood..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 08 Mar 2013 08:43:00 +0000

At this age of 27, I am currently living my childhood again. I ain't no time traveler, so this is no story about Space-time continuum or any stuff like that. I have this experience of living my childhood again when I play with my niece.

My niece is one little being who gets happy for even a small thing, and get angry for no reason at all. My home becomes more festive when she comes. My parents will be running behind to catch her. She walks everywhere; be it on the floor, be it on chocolate, be it on a ball, be it on a keyboard; she just doesn't care. Walking makes her happy and she just walks. When given a paper, or a tissue or anything tear-able; she just tears. Scribbling is one of the most fun things that she does. And she scribbles on many things. I have a few of my walls in my room decorated by her. And that is one of the very few stuffs that makes my room look more lively. Its fun when you watch these kinda cute little things, but you would enjoy it more when you are being a part of it.

Whenever me and my niece start playing, its not just her who makes mess, I would be right next to her supporting and encouraging. No matter what she asks; and trust me she asks everything from computer keyboards to kitchen utensils; I just give her that. Its fun when you have people around you who respect the life of carelessness, just like my niece. My mom and her mom a.k.a my sister shouts at us; but that's natural when you have a kid and a wannabe kid playing at home. Its for these small moments I make sure that I stay at home at-least once in a week.

Its at these times the inner child in me takes over my exterior self. Every single day is an adventure worth remembering for a long time. And these are those fine moments in life which keeps one driving to live long!

Musicaly Inspired World..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 11 Feb 2013 05:25:00 +0000

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This is a right fitting post on the day of the 55th Annual Grammys. Music is an art form which knows no boundary. This is one single entity which inspires most of the people in this world and has the potential to inspire nearly every single human. One of the very few reasons I wake up every morning to this insane routine, is that I get to listen to music. It can bring in mental peace in difficult times. It make me control my rage and brings me clear thoughts. Music liberates people from their pain and suffering.

When it can do so much for a person like me, it can surely do wonder for normal people. Be it rock, rap, reggae, metal, pop, hip-hop, alternative or any other genre; most of us humans like some or the other form of music. If every single human can be united by music, then there would be no Asians, Americans, British or any regional boundaries. I am a person who promotes world peace, even though being enraged most of the times; I feel the only single way to achieve world peace, if the world becomes inspired by music.

One day I would wanna live in a world which is inspired by music.

Being sadly angry!

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 23 Jan 2013 06:38:00 +0000

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Sad and Anger are two such emotions which never goes along. It just doesn't blend in like others. It make one's brain numb most of the time.

I have always see in movies, series and other media that once a person is sad and angry at the same time; anger takes over sadness and that person would act out of rage. But when you experience it, that's not the case.

When one is sadly angry, that person would mostly be silent. If one acts out of anger in this scenario, his/her sadness would not be gone, as what ever happened in the past cannot be corrected totally by the future or present action. So what ever is shown in movies for this kinda mixed emotion is inaccurate.

Being sadly angry is difficult for one's brain to handle. If one want to act out in rage one would be too sad to do stuff; but if that person wants to be sadly depressed, his/her anger would not let him/her be depressed. This is the point when silence kicks in and that scumbag brain would just shut down without sending any response. So, the most appropriate expression for being sadly angry is being blank.

Wishing "Happy New Year", My way...

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 31 Dec 2012 21:28:00 +0000

Wish all my reader a Very Happy New Year; and especially wishing it in this new year 2013. Not on December 29th, 30th or 31st of 2012; but on the 1st of January 2013. This is the right way to wish.

Most people should make this one thing as a new year's resolution to wish any new year only in the new year. Not on the last day of the last year or in month of December. Its totally absurd to wish people Happy New Year in December; be it at 31st night 23:59 hrs.

One doesn't wish a newly born baby for an anniversary, just because in the future it might date some person and might get married. Or one doesn't congratulate a last placed person in a race, just because that person might win races in future. It is just like this if you wish some one a new year when it is still the old goddamn year. The only possible reason to prematurely wishing some one happy new year would be if you vanish into a game and would not be seeing that person in the next year at all. If you even see them on any day in the new year you can wish them New Year, this would make more sense than wishing them prematurely.

I don't mean this in any arrogant way, but this is just my rant.

Being a Contrarian

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 10 Nov 2012 11:38:00 +0000

Of late, I feel that I am the contrarian in most of the debates that I am put into. In most of the discussion there are a majority and there is minority and I now belong to the minority. There is nothing wrong in being the minority, but its gets tough when you are the only one in that minority group and you are up against everyone. Earlier, I used to argue to just get on others nerves and try to figure out how strong people feel about things that they abide by. Now-a-days I am not even a devil's advocate, but I still belong to the minority group. Many a times the debate has gone to the wire and I have got on people's nerves and I have also lost my control.

Some people have conviction and are quite persuasive when they argue. I love rhetoric and I aspire to be more and more persuasive. Nothing feels wrong anymore. Every point I put out feels logically correct and perfectly accurate to the situation. Not just at home, even in office I am the only contrarian of the group. When my points are put in front of a neutral person, I can convince them. It is just that my opponents don't get my points at all. Not sure whether its because they don't listen correctly or it is just that I dunno to explain.

I would still continue arguing just for pleasure of it and of-course listening to people argue their point of view is always informative.

True value of freedom..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 15 Aug 2012 17:38:00 +0000

On Independence day every normal human being would hoist their flag or sing their anthem or posts something on social network or just sit at home and enjoy the holiday. This is what I normally used to do every year. But this year 15th Aug 2012 was totally different for me. I learned the true value of freedom after being captive. Even though this captivity was for just 10 minutes; it was real hard to spend those minutes.

Folks at home had gone out and I was the only one at home. I usually lock the front door from inside and did the same. I went out to the balcony to take a photo of a housefly and wasn't getting a proper angle. The slider door of the balcony was in my way, so pushed it off and took a pic. And this is when it flashed that the slider has gone all the way and got locked. There was no way to open the slider door from outside. The front door was locked from inside and all the keys of all the door were inside. I was totally dumb-struck and was on a balcony with no way to escape out or enter into the house.

There were a lot of thoughts that came through my mind. I wanted to get out of that place, no matter how hard or how impossible it was. I was even ready to climb down to the floor below. Even though the jump was impossible, I was considering that. At that moment, I felt the real emotions of being captive and not being able to do anything. Well eventually I came out, using my brain and my muscles. Due to security reasons, I cannot state the way I escaped this captivity. But once I came out, I was full of life and full of love for freedom. That's when I realized how hard it was for those Indians back then being ruled by the English and how it felt on 15th August 1947. My freedom was very very small, but I did enjoy it a lot. Back then it would have been massive and that's the sole reason we are still celebrating; even though we, the current generation, were never a captive of the British.

On the Indian Independence day of year 2012 I truly learned the value of freedom.

Haters, my growth pill..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 09 Aug 2012 08:54:00 +0000

As the definition goes 'Haters are those people that simply cannot be happy for another person's success'. So rather than being happy they make a point of exposing a flaw in that person or if he turns out flawless, they suffer and get themselves buried in jealousy. Every other proverb says that when you are surrounded by haters it means that you are doing better. But my motive is not to compete with them and prove to them that I am the better person. Here I always perform actions such that they should be jealous.

Most of my actions are to make my haters jealous and they should also try to act similarly and then they should fail. Well, stopping it here would mean I am just like anyone else. I want them to fail over and over again and at the end of it all, they should die. It is a point that I make sure that I grow to such an extent that they die out of frustration of their incompetence to win over me. It became more and more evident in the recent past. I have accumulated a lot of haters and by the amount of growth that I had in the last year is just a proof.

Haters; they alone are my growth pill...

Left of my fall..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 14 May 2012 04:33:00 +0000

Falling is a major cause of personal injury. And injuries are nothing new to me. I have had quite a few falls in my life, be it on a cycle, a bike or even on a floor. Till date I have had 6 noticeable falls that I remember off. Two of them on my cycle, two on bike and two when on ground.

The first day when I got my cycle I was riding it to my Gramps house and that's where I had my first fall. And then on the way back also I had a itsy-bitsy accident. Both of them was when I was taking a left turn. Then there was the two falls, when I was riding bike, these were also left turn falls. It is a bit weird that I had all of my falls on while making a left turn and also all of them happened when I was riding single.

I did a more in-depth search of my memory bank and it became even more weirder. I fell off twice when I was jumping. I don't remember the exact reason as to why I was jumping in the first place, but I still did and fell off. Both the times I fell, I got real bad hurt, one on my left wrist and the other my left ankle ligament. And again it was on the left. Every one of the above stated falls have been on the left side. Also I actually dont remember the exact way the fall happened. I remember that moment before and after the fall, but never could recollect the exact steps that happened during the fall.

Is it that I have some kind of curse put upon by some evil bitch? Or is it that I have left-side-fall-syndrome? Or is that the left side of my body is heavier than my right? Or am I having one of those Butterfly Effect moments, where in I black out and sometime in the near future I get to go back to those moments? Well never the less, this is one of the most strangest things that has happened to me. I need to figure out a reason, be it psychological or physical...

A Ride, Mahadevapura (Mandya)..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 16 Apr 2012 04:45:00 +0000

This was one of the most unplanned ride that I have ever been on. It was decided on Saturday 7th April late night. Me and my bro-in-law, Vijay with our bikes Royal Enfield Thunderbird and Royal Enfield Classic started off on 8th April at 7 AM. Though the place was a blissful scenic beauty, the whole plan was to concentrate more on riding our demons.

The Royal rides

I wanted to reach as high speeds as possible on this trip. From the start itself, the odometer was wavering between 80 and 100 kmph. I was pushing it hardest with my very mediocre bike riding skills. That wasn't actually the case for my bro-in-law. He was a pro, in other words he had the skills to actually even perform stunts. It wasn't something new for him, but on this Classic it was his first trip. He was reaching top speeds without a sweat and also cruised through the traffic. On the way to Mahadevapura, the max that I reached was 110 kmph. It was a dream come true, when I touched 110 for the first time, but then I was reaching it more often. The bike was so smooth, it felt as if I was flying in clouds. We then reached the place, it was a really beautiful place. The river Cauvery, was so calm. We fell into the river, and was in it for almost two hours. The hot sun with a cold river was a perfect way to calm down the tensions in the head.

Mahadevapura (A Scenic beauty)

Next was the ride back home. The Sun was right on our heads, trying to burn us down to ashes; this didn't stop us to get on our bikes. We had planned to stop for lunch at Maddur. And on the way, I was finally able to reach my top speed. The 120 kmph mark, it was amazing feeling. Though I rode at 120 for less than a minute due to the stupid traffic, it was totally worth it. Fist pumping the air, I felt like God. I was then stuck in traffic and Vijay overtook me and then we only met near nice road. He drove off so fast that I wasn't able to catch him and with the traffic I was stuck all the way. Then we met up near the nice road, had a drink and left home.

This 250+ km ride was more remarkable one for me, coz for a person who learned riding less than a year ago. It was real great achievement for me to reach a top speed of 120 kmph and also ride my bike so long in a single day.

(I have put this blog post for "The Castrol Power1 Bikers Code" contest in IndiBlog www.facebook.com/CastrolBiking)

When I looked at Sh-iT, again!

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 04 Apr 2012 09:44:00 +0000

These lines are the ones that came to my mind when I really looked at it again.

When I looked at shit, it said "Complete your work and then only leave!"...
When I looked at shit, it said "Dont be shocked, I am not even 1/100th of you"...
When I looked at shit, it said"Its ok; the guy outside would not have heard you"...

A ruined English..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 05:35:00 +0000

I always liked the English language even from school. Even my favorite teacher in school was the English teacher. English for me is more important than even my mother-tongue. Now-a-days all I see is a ruined language, everyone thinks its cool to actually spell the words wrong and capitalize in unwanted places and also they try to add numbers in words. They call this the SMS or the youth language. But those idiots don't understand that they are actually ruining themselves in front of the next generation. If people from the future see all those stupid way of using English; they would surely say that some idiot taught them the language or they would even consider these English-illiterate fools as mentally retarded.

Using 'u' in place of you and 'v' in place of we, are to an extent acceptable. But using 'hoe' in place of how and 'hApiE' in place of happy and similar things aren't stupid but its just retarded. See the quote below. Just because you can read it doesn't make you a super genius, but the person who wrote this is just a stupid English-illiterate fool.

"dR r 2 tHiNgzz 2 aiM @ iN lYf: 1sT, 2 geT wAt u wAnTt; n afTr dATt, 2 eNJy iTt..."
"happiieE bday!!! Hav a gr8 day!!.."

Whenever I look at these kinda lines, I feel sorry for those English teachers who taught them. Just think how would they feel on teaching these kinda people. I have even tried to correct them whenever possible, but most of the time I got a reply saying that this is the cool way of English. Trust me it ain't, it is a just a foolish and disgraceful way.

If this is the way that future English is gonna be; then I wouldn't want to even imagine that future. I would despise this generation for not being able to educate the next one.

Unusual Mondays..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 12 Mar 2012 06:12:00 +0000

Mondays for a software engineer should be sober, dull and mundane. Monday's are the least productive days for me. It is not just that, but I lose interest to even gym on Mondays. Back when I was in school, mondays were the days I hated and would have done any goddam thing to escape a single monday. It was like a slow-start-week-syndrome. And this was the my mondays till last few weeks.

Now I just get up every monday feeling so fresh as if I was a veggie that was just taken of the plant. On mondays I don't fear my kryptonite, the Sleep. Sunday night are specially relaxing even though I know that there is a deadly monday coming. I get the best sleep on a sunday night and the brightest and most alert monday wake-ups. Every morning bus rides are sleepy except for those on mondays. The fact that I am writing this post on a monday morning itself proves that I somehow have come to a point in my life where I have stopped to hate mondays.

Is this the end of the world for me? Is it that the office somehow has become interesting? Is it that I have grown old enough to understand that monday is just another day? Is it that I have a crush in office, which even I dunno of? Is it that I don't care as the world will anyway come to an end in 2012? Is it that the work has become enjoyable? Is it that the people in office are much friendlier? Or is it that my brain has started to malfunction?

Rain

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 06:23:00 +0000

Water drops fell from the sky

like gems on this earth, which is so dry.
Looked up and saw the black clouds in swell
and the mud filing the air with a vibrant smell.
Wish this could go on for ever
allowing the heat to come up, never.
Making all those dull trees green
hiding the sun which grew so mean.
Rain rain please don’t go away
and don’t let the sun take over another day…

Lovin’ you no more…

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 06:13:00 +0000

I always do stuffs without drikin,
my brain keeps on over thinkin.
Wheneva I wanted to say it to you,
something in my mind would stop from goin through.
I love you more than I love myself,
coz this heart has given up itself.
I just can’t be lovin you no more,
I have to stop these thoughts in a war.

So many times I tried,
but all for nothing coz I’m afraid.
Just for the love to you baby,
so long, I am driven this crazy.
The thing I am trying to forget is all true,
coz its the one side love to you.
I just.. I cant.. I just can’t be lovin you no more,
but I cant give this thing up and swim to the shore.

This poem was inspired by a song from Diddy Dirty Money [Loving You No More ft. Drake]

Being a kid, Indian style..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 08:33:00 +0000

This is not a post which says how awesome it is to be a kid. This is that awkward part of being a kid. I am not sure about other countries, but here in India parents are really proud of their kids. And this post post shows how bad it was being one and those really weird moments.

The first and foremost thing was that when ever there were relatives at home, me and my sister were called out from our room to introduce us to the guests. It was a real great thing for my parents, but as a kid it was more like a fashion show. I hated it, totally. Let alone the fashion show, then the act of the talent show comes up. I had a good vocal ability, so I could normally sing well in my younger days. So right after that fashion show it was my talent show. I was many a times asked to sing to them, as if I was some kind of entertaining robot. But for a parent it was a real proud thing. Being praised for a multi-talented kid is something of an achievement for them.

I was born a Brahmin, so ghee is part of every other meal that is consumed. Parents have this kind of concern that their kid is not eating enough food or that there isn't enough vitamins and stuff like that. So they try to feed their kid to the fullest. I know this is a perfectly perfect act for any parent, I ain't blaming that. But as a kid I had fullest ghee-filled in every single meal every single day. Then once I started to grow up it kinda became a habit. And till last year I was eating like that and the effect was this huge tummy. Now reducing it is a pain in the arse.

Watching movies with parents is another big embarrassing moment. The embarrassment begins when there is a intimate scene or a suicide scene, they always used to change the channel. This used to leave us in a wondering state as to "what happens next? why should I not see? what will happen if I see? why is it so much of a secret?". Curiosity can would kill anyone; even a kid and this is the one of the main reasons to start watching porn. Here also their is not even a single fault from the parent, as they want to protect their kids. But sex-ed in schools and at home must get better and should be taught to even younger audience.

These are a few of those weird moments that I remembered. Even to this date, people are doing these kinda things. I myself have witnessed these incidents a few days ago. When I think about it now, I feel those moments are funny. But yes being a kid was always fun, tension-free and all play; I would still give up everything to get those days back.

Friend in need is a...

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 05:47:00 +0000

"Friend in need is a friend in deed."

It is one of the most selfish statements that has been made in history. Lemme break it down to explain the selfishness in this statement.

Friend in need - A friend who is in need (needs help).
Friend in deed - A friend who will do some deed (will help you).

So basically all that statement is saying that if there is a friend who needs help, then you should assume that he/she will help you someday. If one follows this statement he/she would be helping friends only because that they will help them in turn. It is a total act of selfishness.

It is such a lame statement, that is used so much in this world. And it is even taught in school to the kids and then everyone expects us to be unselfish and lead a selfless life huh?!

If there is a right way of saying this then the quote should have been like this "Friend in need is a friend indeed". If he/she is remembers you when in need, then that person is actually your true friend..

My Brain's Rhyme, Closed!

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 17:15:00 +0000

My brain ain't got no poetry no more
my cold mind is in a heavy sore.
The path I sought, took me so low
it just made me lose my rhythm flow.
Nothing flashed from a very long time
so it had to be closed, my brain's rhyme.

It had been a long time since I had update my other blog My Brain's Rhyme, so I closed that blog and every poem of mine ova there will be posted here. And if I ever find my rhyme back, I would be posting it here from now on.

Bangalore Metro; A review...

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 06:06:00 +0000

Recently rode Bangalore Metro, so this my experience and what you can expect when you ride it for the first time. This was my first ever ride in a metro or tram or any other rail transport within the city. I was really excited when I realized that I was about to ride the so much hyped "Namma Metro".

As metro is pretty new in Bangalore, people has made it a fun ride rather than regular commute. So expected a huge crowd and wasn't that bad. Since it was my first ever metro ride, I was super psyched. The process that they follow and the ticketing system was something new and good. The best part about the metro was the timings of these things, they are perfect. A board said that the train would arrive in 2 min at MG Road and it did. I Didn't walk into it, coz people pushed me into it. Then the ride was something new, but I didn't actually enjoy it; coz it was very slow for a metro. Reached Byappanahalli.

Now the real annoying part of my experience began. Got another one from Byappanahalli to get back to MG Road. Now the voice in that train reminding about the stops in three different languages started to annoy me. Then it became even worse when I realized that it was hell crowded and air conditioning was very mild. It just got worse from there; there was no good view outside, it felt as if the train was getting slower and lower, the enclosed capsule got hotter and hotter; people and their excitement irritated the most. Probably my view might change if I go next time; but that aint happening any time soon..

A personal advice for those who wanna try it; carry headphones and some nose plugs. You can enjoy the ride better without that crappy voice of the announcer and by avoiding the farts.

Why would an Evil person enjoy Hell?

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 06:36:00 +0000

In a hypothetical world; if heaven and hell existed, then an evil person would always enjoy being in hell.The reason is because of the emperor of hell, Satan. Satan is a creature exactly opposite to that of God. So if God depicts everything good then Satan would be bad.

When a Evil person is sent to hell, he/she would be in a place where there is a ruler (Satan) who would enjoy evil. Thus he/she would not punish that evil person. In turn he/she would be considered great depending on the number of crimes that one has done.

Just like a very good person would enjoy heaven, depending on the good things that he/she has done; in a similar way evil person would enjoy hell. Its just that every soul be it good or evil would end up enjoying after life. If there is a real necessity to punish the evil person, then he/she has to be sent to heaven to life an afterlife by being a good person. That would be a real punishment.

I got this idea by reading a web comic from Cyanide & Happiness [link]. This blog post is my thoughts about this pretty neat idea.