maine uskoo chhooaaa...

One more weekend passedby, but this could be the coldest one ever. Going on, this would be a norm. Temperatures dropping to dead zero. Had to put on atleast two layers of my available clothing to go out for my supper. I could feel the frigidness on my face. huhh.. biting cold

Most of the hours, was glued onto my laptop, watching/rewatching movies. And yeah, thankfully came online at the right time, when Indians were rollicking at KSCA. Buoy.. watta game. kudos to Dravid and his men in blue. Hope the performance bar doesnt lower as they go down south to Chennai. Interestingly, it is one of the favourites of tendlya and Dravid. Hopefully, India would take the lead in the series.

Staying alone, can bring in a lots of time for your own self. Esp., on weekends, I could feel the hours in a day :). With not many people to chat and my increasing download history, prompted me to take a look at the current affairs back home. Most staggering one was a question from Chief Mentor of Singapore (... Lee) to Mr. NRN, if he could step into politics. Seriously, I am still trying to figure out what did Mr. NRN present in his talk to Mr. Lee, that he drew a parallel between corporate governance and political leadership. Hope this aint a gimmick to counter Gowdzzz.

Down South, the most prolific female actor of South India, has been torn apart for her comments on Safe Sex (understood as Pre-marital Sex) by our dear citizens. She being just another person in the Billion-plus lot could have aired her views on the topic. Our "bharathiya-sanskruthi-rakshana-parishad" had to come to the spotlight, as they could not get a prime-slot in any of the TV channels. Shuru karloo dharnaa, protests, burn some old clothes etc., Pity that, she was made to surrender. Not even a single person, took to her support. Even if they did, it was withdrawn in the same breath.

I am not at all trying to convey that, any individual irrespective of their gender, should take their saath-pheree losing their virginity. I am just trying to say that, this should be applied in unison for both the s**. We talk about, equality and we are being very very unfair when it comes to female religion. People take verses of the great Manu from his Manu Srimati,

205. He who gives (a damsel in marriage), having first openly declared her blemishes, whether she be insane, or afflicted with leprosy, or have lost her virginity, is not liable to punishment."

(If a father (usually gives his Daughter in marriage) lets the groom's party know that his daughter has some blemishes or mental illness or lost her virginity way before hand, before the groom ties the knot, STILL NO GIRL can be punished for it may not be her own fault or the fault of the family )

"72. Though (a man) may have accepted a damsel in due form, he may abandon (her if she be) blemished, diseased, or deflowered, and (if she have been) given with fraud."

(If the family or parent hides those things (all the negative things) and try to push a daughter into a marriage with a groom, then it is considered to be "FRAUD"..in that case it is punishable.)

True to the core, when MEN were the real protectors of the fairer sex. Dharma Shastra says the same. How many Men follow this? But, this doesnt speak in the same wavelength, when it comes to MEN. Manu, was an individual, we cannot accept his writings as hard rules. I am pretty sure, if Manu, had dreampt of the women of 21st century, he wouldnt have put this verse. We should also look into the context when this was scripted.

All said and done, me being an ardent follower of hinduism, believe either of the gender should believe in their own-self and choose their partner for their lifetime and lead their life delivering all their karma's, for which they have been brought into this tinsel world. Submissiveness amongst the couple should be mutual.

Ram(atma or spirit) should always accompany his Sita(Chitta-integral part of spirit) with the help of Hanuman(Vayuputra) and Lakshman(discriminatory aspect of your mind) winning over the frequent perversion acts of Ravan(your ego)

Have a wonderful week ahead
adios

PS : Personal Individual views aired in a public forum. I am only talking about MY life. This blog does not hold any accountability to public :)

Good Morning..

Everyday enroute to my office, I get to meet a lot of people with varied interests. Most of the people are on-the-run and do not have time to even look back, even if the two trains collided head-on. And there are these people, who will be always munching their share of "Smullers" French fries(as Americans call it the "Freedom Fries", when the French rejected their offer to fight againt Terrorism) with a dressing of mayonnaise, with such interest that you would feel as if they taste a cuisine from GODs land. Few young teens esp., the "fairer" sex never mind about the battery/currency charge on their "Door-Sampark-Sadhan", me thinks if she is on a romantic convo with (oops., locational influence :D)

Most of the seat arrangements in NL trains are face-on; one could notice the personal warmth/care each individual has to the other (not always though). I being 100% illiterate in the Dutch language, could only sense the body language/expression. Gets me very nostalgic about my days in Bangalore, specially the lovely days I spent during my stay in AESPL, the weekend Brigade road hangouts with p3a. When it comes to onsite trips the reco has to goto the awesum time I spent with one of my best colleague L, during my short stint at US of A. Thanks L for being such a nice act. I miss those times very much here at NL. The Fooseball games, the weekend trips, the hair-pulling at T office, the HUM-TUM hype created by our nice neighbours, personal talks, "combined" study of L's groom prospects, daily timestamped mails etc., buoy ai't I missing those good times. Yep, you always remember the good buoyant times, but US of A also did make me to resign from my adorable company.

I am losing track, let me trace back to what I wanted to say. Yesterday, I was awaiting my train at Den Bosch. All of a sudden, I saw a good-looking 20ish blonde coming down the escalator. Unlike Silicon Valley, the asian population here is paltry. Dutch juntaa start looking at any desi weirdly most of the time. I expected the same from this lady, so I shifted my focus to the Clock/train Information hanging on the spoor (platform). Now I got to learn some Dutch literal to survive here. All of a sudden, I hear "Good Morning" and when I look back, it's the same lady. Woww.. by the time I could even respond she had gone past and was with her friend,needless to say with a boy :-). Now if I were to be a local I wouldn't have shifted the focus and would have responded in a fraction of a second. BEing, brought up in a typical Indian conservative culture,do not have the habit to wish strangers :(. When we do that in India, we are seen as if we are the regional sales person of "3 for Rs. 100" socks brand.

Most of the Dale Carneige's "People-Management" books teach you this. Greet/wish people esp., strangers, you never know if they are your future managers or wud-be friends. I would not loose my bank balance if I greeted a person with a pleasant smile. Most of the time, we end up finding so-called online Friends via WWW. True, I do not oppose this concept, but it will be something like finding dandruff amidst the "hair-jungle"of our H.E Devegowda.

Preferably, people like to communicate in a way, "I am interested in you, are you interested in me". No individual in this world has any room for others woes. He/she would be interested in a companionship if she (to be read as he/she but more affinity towards fairer sex: D) senses that you are there for her. Any individual can make thousands of friends in a given amount of time. At the end of the day, what stands out is how many can you count on. Sustainance of friendship (any relations) always is a big task. Many relationships go awry, due to very measly incidents. Experienced people always reiterate "Friendship is based on real facts altough marriages are even performed on bed of lies".

The best thing which I can take-off from here, can be, I now understand the power of communicating heartily with others. Felt like, artificial-plasticised convo always end up in THE END. Hope I wouldnt be a wooden-log, when it comes to communicating, when I return back to India.

mein aur mera bachpan....

Late in the night, changing the dutch channels, I am trying to pullover as many warm clothes available to keep myself warmer. Thanks to our landlady, who pinches bills in terms of hundreds of Euros, but does not want to switch on the Heaters. Damn, its getting biting cold here, added to that I am the lone person in a big room. Now, if I were to be a kid, I would surely have grabbed some dry sticks and lit it up in our backyard or in a huge ground with the help of my chaddi-dostzz. If I try doing it here, I would end up meeting the fire-brigade.

Childhood is always special, esp when you reminise those easy-going days. Tantrums, masti, jhoot-bolnaa, games played in a 10-minute break at school, the wait for the only 30min PT period in a week(which did not have any kind of Physical Training), wat not. May be I feel this nostalgia because as I am alone in this orange-land; I was always with my friends, always trying to be more commanding and authoritative. Friends they were, at such a nascent stage of school-days, no individual could even know what friendship would mean. It was always like pinku is my friend, if shez celebrating her bday on a given day, so that I can go with her distributing chocolates to classrooms and in turn fill my tummy. Now the very next day, you could see me saying Chintu, you are my best friend of all. Wasn’t that fun! The tenderness in your heart, silly logics I carried over making friendship with any odd person on a given day, makes me spurt over with laughter. Then, I never understood what relations were, may be I was too nascent for such kind of thinking. I never knew, if the other person was good enough or goliath. Albeit I was a LLB (Lords of Last Bench), thanks to my physical height, I wasn’t that kind of a guy, where parents of my benchmates carried complaints to our classteacher about Pinching, troubling, slapping,stealing the compass. But I wasn’t decent either. I was always on the list of talkatives authored by the fairer sex Class Rep. Thankfully, due to the voting phenomenon in the class, our gang-of-five, used to always share the mantle, when it came to representation among boys. And we made it sure, that each others name never figured in the list. But as usual, our enemies in school, the fairer sex-representative, had a default list with our names. Wasn’t she that phoolan devi kinds!! Only way to get off from her list, was pataafying her with one 50 ps Cadburys Chocolate. :)

True fun it was, one never expected any damn thing from the other. We would be happy staying in a group and making fun of each and every thing. I miss those stuff. Growing up with time makes you a “mature” person. We get to know what is good, bad, Rupees, bank balance, vehicles, gals, ogling, mallikas, aishwarya etc. You even think twice, if you want to initiate a talk with a person with whom you would be working in the next cubicle. Unknowingly, people tend to go farther away, even when you have good relations. Consequences of growing with time, I donno.

Now, I seriously wish to go back to those nice-fun-filled days with my so-called-friends and relive those moments esp, hit the butt of those arrogant class topping girls, who felt a boy in the top-3 rankers, is a shame to the religion of women, play chalk-piece war, get scolded for the dust-filled shoes, half-eaten lunch dabbas, fun in those summer holidays, everyday hard-sharp “pannna” to the legs of the guys, daily gathering for the National anthem( hope I havnt forgotten), dance programmes on School-Day function. Ohh buoy, the list will go on.

Asking for gone-by times, is a bit too much, but atleast I get a chance to relive those times, when I spend time with naughty bhanjaas’, when I return back to India. As of now, the surround is going more and more chill, which is making my timing on the keys a lot slower. Better I hit the bed hard asap.

Hope you all enjoy your weekend. Mes planning on a long weekend date with trisha on my bed.

Cheerios.

Marked :(

hmm.. tagged by Anila , my stargazing on the act.

Seven Things I Wish I cud do

1) Go on a long Coffee break with NRN and Nandan, discussing various things.

2) Play a long session of beach volleball partnering Julia Roberts against Aishwarya Rai-Rahul Dravid besides Pacific near Los Angeles.

3) Drive a Merc with my family thru Konkan belt enroute to my hometown.

4) Change the protocol of Software Project Manager, when I become one few yrs down the lane.

5) Spend Weekends, watching newly released movies with "Thalaivar" Rajnikanth and Trisha.

6) Candle-lit dinner with SA, with French wine followed by a romantic dance amidst blue waters over a Star Cruise on a moonlit late evening.

7) Becum Rich so that I cud Hire - Vijay Mallya as a bartender, Billu as the "Windows"Cleaner, Mittal as my driver, Ambanis as my phone operators.

Seven Things I Wish I wudnt DO :

1) Say NO to the dear/close ones.

2) Study Organic Chemistry again.

3) Tolerate false allegations/bashings at my close ones.

4) Roam as a well-dressed groom in search of the bride and sit in their home as an Idol, watching the girl get you the snacks(cursing me in/out in her mind)

5) Kiss a 5' girl :))

6) Smoking/Drugs

7) Decline a sponsored holiday tour to any damn place on the Earth.

Seven Words I utter most
1) So..

2) yeah / hey / haan

3) Watt the heck !!

4) Shiittt / Shucks

5) maga

6) sisya

7) watssupp ?

Now, since I hate the concept of Tagging so much, I wudnt want to TAG any others whom I know. But, surely Anila wud get a toast of my limbs tangential excercises on his butt..Its a totally different ballgame if it were to be from the fairer sex ;)

Disclaimer :

This blog-Post doesnt hold any genuine reasons to be held as an evidence for any legal battles which wud forego after the above incident.