With even Google going green today, I was just thinking what was the wayI could save my planet.Like our DC initiative of "No print out" this week, there might besmaller steps that lead to big success.
So for a while, I tried to let my creative instincts go wild...Maybe i could use Banana leaves in place of plates;so that i use no water for washing dishes(though minimum utensils are being used for cooking).
I could use more fans at home..close all the doors tightly so as tosave the breeze or wind outside.I should eat no vegetarain food today...only Non-veg shouldbe eaten...let's save the plants for a rainy day. And finally maybe I should write only on my PC and not on any paper today...saves paper right?? :)
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Hoping for a better Future of IT
Read about the improving economic state in TOI yesterday.I hope along with economic improvement,there is also an improvement in project status of us employees.It is soooooo boring to be on bench and equally boringto know that there are many other's like us (means we can'tmove to their account either :( ).For hard workers bench might be a break but when people are on bench for extensive periods...it is notonly boring but it kind of pushes a guilt on the person as wellthat he/she is not contributing anything either for themselves or for the company.Maybe like the upward swing in share-market today; there mightbe an upward swing in the IT industry.
It might be darkbut its not the end
It might tire you outbut don't break;
bendIts time like these
when u find true friends
Dawn might break anytime
To make fortunes ascend
It might be darkbut its not the end
It might tire you outbut don't break;
bendIts time like these
when u find true friends
Dawn might break anytime
To make fortunes ascend
Which is the better gender?
Dear reader,
If you came here to read the answer to this question you can press the back key as we shall not be doing that. I simply wanted to know why people keep on posting articles and poems on this topic again and again.
People need to grow up and understand things can never be generalized.
There are never better countries, better men, better women, better children.
Generalizing is a term we learned in mathematics; but its not practical
to generalize in every day life.
Life is beautiful as well as Life is Terrible.
Even the most horrifying incident, teaches you.
Even the best moment in your life might have some sadness with it.
In later times, you might reflect on it, understand it,
and be able to analyze that your current situation was an outcome of it.
Hence the people who hurt you are many times responsible for your
success. The country you hated might lead you to a place you love.
Hence Generalization should not be a way of life.
Live life, don't divide it into compartments else you
won't be able to enjoy.
Meet people, don't put them into imaginative galleries
cause what might be true for one might not be true for other.
As Alison Boulter once said
“Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else”
If you came here to read the answer to this question you can press the back key as we shall not be doing that. I simply wanted to know why people keep on posting articles and poems on this topic again and again.
People need to grow up and understand things can never be generalized.
There are never better countries, better men, better women, better children.
Generalizing is a term we learned in mathematics; but its not practical
to generalize in every day life.
Life is beautiful as well as Life is Terrible.
Even the most horrifying incident, teaches you.
Even the best moment in your life might have some sadness with it.
In later times, you might reflect on it, understand it,
and be able to analyze that your current situation was an outcome of it.
Hence the people who hurt you are many times responsible for your
success. The country you hated might lead you to a place you love.
Hence Generalization should not be a way of life.
Live life, don't divide it into compartments else you
won't be able to enjoy.
Meet people, don't put them into imaginative galleries
cause what might be true for one might not be true for other.
As Alison Boulter once said
“Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else”
A WONDERFUL MOTHER
A WONDERFUL MOTHER
GOD made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He molded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks, fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.
~Pat O'Reilly~
GOD made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He molded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks, fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.
~Pat O'Reilly~
Not Another Love Story
Recently there was a short story competition in Infosys.
I don't know who finally won it but the stories that I
usually come across in the company forums are mostly
mushy love stories.
I don't have a problem with love stories...but isn't love an expression between
parents and children; between sister and brother; between friends as well?
Why don't young writers try to explore this path more instead of the same
young boy meets young girl criteria.
Well maybe I am old now or whatever but reading stories that reflect life
seems more interesting.
Recently I finished a short story book by Jeffrey
Archer ..."Cat-o-nine tails". Most of the stories were real life incidents
of convicts. The book was wonderful . Only one story was not
a story of a convict. In case you want to read, won't like to spoil
the suspense; but only after I finished reading it did I realize it
was a love story. Yet it was so subtle; so beautifully layered...
that the author does not just convey the main protagnist's love
but also a basic trait of human psychology.
Love stories are stories of life...but
Guy-meets-gal-i-love-you stories a definite no-no.
Spare me from these any day.
I don't know who finally won it but the stories that I
usually come across in the company forums are mostly
mushy love stories.
I don't have a problem with love stories...but isn't love an expression between
parents and children; between sister and brother; between friends as well?
Why don't young writers try to explore this path more instead of the same
young boy meets young girl criteria.
Well maybe I am old now or whatever but reading stories that reflect life
seems more interesting.
Recently I finished a short story book by Jeffrey
Archer ..."Cat-o-nine tails". Most of the stories were real life incidents
of convicts. The book was wonderful . Only one story was not
a story of a convict. In case you want to read, won't like to spoil
the suspense; but only after I finished reading it did I realize it
was a love story. Yet it was so subtle; so beautifully layered...
that the author does not just convey the main protagnist's love
but also a basic trait of human psychology.
Love stories are stories of life...but
Guy-meets-gal-i-love-you stories a definite no-no.
Spare me from these any day.
Where have the Dream Merchants gone?
Recently I have seen a dearth of good ideas in Television advertisements. The 80's and 90's saw wonderful advertisements made and dished out. In fact the 80's gave way to a new experimental look and most advertisements settings shifted from the rural to urban areas.
In my teenage, we used to watch a program on Zee TV named "The Dream Merchants". It was a half an hour long program but me and my sister used to wait for the end 5 minutes. The series was about add film makers, their latest adds, their interviews etc. The end 5 minutes, advertisements from different countries were shown. Most of them didn't even need us to understand the language and that was the best part.As the years approached towards the millennium, many foreign adds were copied by our Indian add film makers (yes believe me its true). First example that comes to mind was the Aamir-Mahima and Aishwarya Pepsi Add.
Many other's but can't recall; we learnt them only because of that advertisement based Tele-series.But today as I watch the television, I hardly see an advertisement worth remembering.Or anything which makes me feel "Wow, that creative". Don't we deserve to have more adds like "Jalebi"(Dhaara), "Kuch khaas hai hum sab hi mein "(Cadbury), "Main Khush hun aaj khwaamakha"(Cadbury).
The add film maker's of today need to udnerstand we don't need star power in an add to make it look good.[Pepsi- Bubbly adds featuring Shahrukh, Kareena, Priaynka were horrible]. The best advertisements for me are still the ones that had nameless faces.
-"Kya hua?...Bachi ro rhi hai...Oodwards dede...wahi to main tujhe deti thi...jab tum chotee the" (Oodwards -tonic)
-"Are you ready for the magic...Let the magic began. " (Pepsi)
- "Itne kapde ek saath koi machine mein nhi dho sakta" (Videocon washing machine)May be the Add film makers are channelizing their energies in the wrong directions...they need good Ideas...and not Big actors.
Hoping makers like Vidhu Vinod chopra(He made the Remo and Juhi Chawla Starring Pepsi add) and Alyque Padamsee venture out again and give a queue or more to the current Add film makers who will remain only film makers if they carry on like this. They need to come out with more if they want to become Dream Merchants.
Rain - different perspectives
Standing in the rain, waiting for the bus.I look around and see dirt and mud flying on the rod;cars moving so fast, drivers not caring about pedestrians.Vehicles skidding and slipping, small childrenwith their parents who are holding umbrella'swaiting for the school bus.One society having knee length water due to whichsome people are struggling to come out of the gate for 10 minutes.
In the midst of all chaos, I hear humming;I turn around and see a boy aged 7-9 yearswearing very ragged clothes but a raincoaton top. He is carrying a milk packetand wearing ordinary chappals.But while he is walking he is humming....guess his perspective was better then the others.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Leaving Infy...
First steps were not easy
There were roads to reach
there were bridges to build
many barriers to breach
It seemed hard at first
to adjust, understand, react
People were friendly but
me myself feeling abstract
As days passed I overcame
initial shyness, hesitation,
Knowing the ways of the team
bought joy and satisfaction
But now the path makes a turn
needs a different direction
need to think of avenues
Need a new plan of action
what lies ahead for me
is not short of a mystery
Living my Life in present
not thinking of past or history.
A Walk Towards the Light
It was dark.
As they walked through the mud, hand in hand their feet keep slipping of the ground.
The mouth of the tunnel was getting closer. The rotten smell of the water was appalling to them.
Sometimes a rodent would pass by their way, which scared her even more. She was clinging to him and he was trying to support her as well as himself on the slimy surface. As they walked he kept checking back to see whether they were being followed. Though there was no one behind, the hair on his neck stood whenever he heard any splashing sound usually made by the things in the drainage pipe.
Suddenly she started crying; "Sara, what happened...," he asked softly.
"I can't walk anymore, I am tired", she whined.
"Just a few steps more,” he persisted.
"When will Mommy and Daddy join us?” she asked
"They are coming dear...they are a bit behind that's all", said Jesiah.
Jesiah was 12 years old and Sara was 6.
But in the past 24 hours both of them had aged 10 years.
As all siblings, both had their share of fights. Usually the fights always ended in Sara's favor being the younger and more aggressive one. But today she seemed tired from all the action she was to young to absorb.
Just 48 hours ago it had been a total different scene. They had been to Uncle Josh’s party.
Even there many people had come all wrapped up in coats and mufflers. The environment had become cold with the news of troops taking over their city. Father was solemn but Mother was worried sick. Most of their relatives and Jewish friends lived in a different country and to travel to their places would need a lot of time which was nearly impossible. In the end, the worst had come true when they reached back home from the party.
Gun shots were heard nearby and now it seemed the whole city would be terrorized and tamed within the night itself. The big bunker Father had created in the yard was sufficient for all four of and so Mother shouted for everyone to move into the yard; carrying Sara in her arms she ran towards it.
As father opened the bunker Jesiah was the first one to dive inside. When he got down, he heard a gunshot, followed by his mother’s scream. Sara came tumbling down the bunker door and it was locked shut. Both children were silenced due to the terror above.
As Jesiah heard the next gunshots, he knew what was happening but he silenced Sara with a movement of his finger to his lips. He hugged her close and sat in the same position for ages. Finally when all was silent he looked around and found a candle. Lighting it he saw that There was no bedding, no food and absolutely nothing in the bunker but a table with candle and matchsticks on it.
In order to survive, they had to go out but Jesiah felt going out at this time won’t be a very intelligent move. So he and Sara slept on the bunker floor and as he lay down he planned what could be done next morning.
Jesiah woke before dawn break. He cautiously opened the bunker door. Seeing no one around, he woke up Sara and took her inside the house. The house was a mess. All wallpapers torn, furniture tossed aside. It seemed as if a whole tornado had gone past it.
Jesiah took his school bag, filled it with food supplies and then asked Sara to do the same. Packing these he cautiously looked out of the window and just then saw a soldier on patrol. He dived down taking Sara with him. All through this his mind was trying to solve the puzzle that his parents had left for him.
The puzzle of survival.
Both of them then quietly made their way back to the bunker. After midnight Jesiah woke Sara up and both of them slowly but cautiously walked out of the bunker into the woods. They had walked for many hours when they saw that a line of soldiers was monitoring the way out of the city. Luckily, Jesiah saw a drainage pipe nearby and they both made headway for it before being noticed.
Jesiah knew that Aunt Liza would take them if they made it out of the city.But Sara understood not much except for the fact that Mother and Father had left Jesiah in charge as long as they were unable to join them on this adventure trip (something that Jesiah told her it was).
As they were wading throught he dirty water, Jesiah remembered the conversation he had with his Father a few days ago.
“So the troops might come marching here any day my son; I know you are young, but I think you would have to grow up soon,” his Father had said.
“Tell me one thing Daddy, why does Hitler hate us so much?” Jesiah had asked.
His Father had reflected on the question, and then answered as a matter-of-fact, ”Jesiah my boy, people have a habit of sharing. People like your Mother who has so much Love inside her can just give love out to others. But people like Hitler don’t have any love at all. They just have Hate, and that’s the only thing they can give others. They don’t have any emotion left in them anymore. They just want to get rid of every one- and everything.”
As he was walking he felt a tug at his shirt. Sara was looking at him innocently.
“What is it Sara?” he asked softly.
“ Jessiah, I really miss Mommy. When will we go home?” she asked in a low voice.
Jesiah looked at the light outside the mouth of the tunnel.
It was showing an open sky with stars in it.
“Soon Sara, soon”. He smiled back.
As they walked through the mud, hand in hand their feet keep slipping of the ground.
The mouth of the tunnel was getting closer. The rotten smell of the water was appalling to them.
Sometimes a rodent would pass by their way, which scared her even more. She was clinging to him and he was trying to support her as well as himself on the slimy surface. As they walked he kept checking back to see whether they were being followed. Though there was no one behind, the hair on his neck stood whenever he heard any splashing sound usually made by the things in the drainage pipe.
Suddenly she started crying; "Sara, what happened...," he asked softly.
"I can't walk anymore, I am tired", she whined.
"Just a few steps more,” he persisted.
"When will Mommy and Daddy join us?” she asked
"They are coming dear...they are a bit behind that's all", said Jesiah.
Jesiah was 12 years old and Sara was 6.
But in the past 24 hours both of them had aged 10 years.
As all siblings, both had their share of fights. Usually the fights always ended in Sara's favor being the younger and more aggressive one. But today she seemed tired from all the action she was to young to absorb.
Just 48 hours ago it had been a total different scene. They had been to Uncle Josh’s party.
Even there many people had come all wrapped up in coats and mufflers. The environment had become cold with the news of troops taking over their city. Father was solemn but Mother was worried sick. Most of their relatives and Jewish friends lived in a different country and to travel to their places would need a lot of time which was nearly impossible. In the end, the worst had come true when they reached back home from the party.
Gun shots were heard nearby and now it seemed the whole city would be terrorized and tamed within the night itself. The big bunker Father had created in the yard was sufficient for all four of and so Mother shouted for everyone to move into the yard; carrying Sara in her arms she ran towards it.
As father opened the bunker Jesiah was the first one to dive inside. When he got down, he heard a gunshot, followed by his mother’s scream. Sara came tumbling down the bunker door and it was locked shut. Both children were silenced due to the terror above.
As Jesiah heard the next gunshots, he knew what was happening but he silenced Sara with a movement of his finger to his lips. He hugged her close and sat in the same position for ages. Finally when all was silent he looked around and found a candle. Lighting it he saw that There was no bedding, no food and absolutely nothing in the bunker but a table with candle and matchsticks on it.
In order to survive, they had to go out but Jesiah felt going out at this time won’t be a very intelligent move. So he and Sara slept on the bunker floor and as he lay down he planned what could be done next morning.
Jesiah woke before dawn break. He cautiously opened the bunker door. Seeing no one around, he woke up Sara and took her inside the house. The house was a mess. All wallpapers torn, furniture tossed aside. It seemed as if a whole tornado had gone past it.
Jesiah took his school bag, filled it with food supplies and then asked Sara to do the same. Packing these he cautiously looked out of the window and just then saw a soldier on patrol. He dived down taking Sara with him. All through this his mind was trying to solve the puzzle that his parents had left for him.
The puzzle of survival.
Both of them then quietly made their way back to the bunker. After midnight Jesiah woke Sara up and both of them slowly but cautiously walked out of the bunker into the woods. They had walked for many hours when they saw that a line of soldiers was monitoring the way out of the city. Luckily, Jesiah saw a drainage pipe nearby and they both made headway for it before being noticed.
Jesiah knew that Aunt Liza would take them if they made it out of the city.But Sara understood not much except for the fact that Mother and Father had left Jesiah in charge as long as they were unable to join them on this adventure trip (something that Jesiah told her it was).
As they were wading throught he dirty water, Jesiah remembered the conversation he had with his Father a few days ago.
“So the troops might come marching here any day my son; I know you are young, but I think you would have to grow up soon,” his Father had said.
“Tell me one thing Daddy, why does Hitler hate us so much?” Jesiah had asked.
His Father had reflected on the question, and then answered as a matter-of-fact, ”Jesiah my boy, people have a habit of sharing. People like your Mother who has so much Love inside her can just give love out to others. But people like Hitler don’t have any love at all. They just have Hate, and that’s the only thing they can give others. They don’t have any emotion left in them anymore. They just want to get rid of every one- and everything.”
As he was walking he felt a tug at his shirt. Sara was looking at him innocently.
“What is it Sara?” he asked softly.
“ Jessiah, I really miss Mommy. When will we go home?” she asked in a low voice.
Jesiah looked at the light outside the mouth of the tunnel.
It was showing an open sky with stars in it.
“Soon Sara, soon”. He smiled back.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Dhoop ke sikke
Well I just read my friend Jaykumar's blog and he did just what I was about to do.
That is I also wanted to post the lyrics of a song which in recent times
has affected me a lot.
Written by Prasoon Joshi for the movie Sikander, I got goosebumps
when I heard the lines of second stanza.(highlighted in navy blue)
The lyrics do only half the work, go hear Shankar's vocals;
as usual he gives his best.
(Anusha)
Tee ri ree.. ree ri ree.. Tee ri ri ri ree.. ree ri ree.. (6)
(Anusha)
Dhoop ke sikke.. uthaakar gunguna de use
Baingani kachche hatheli par sajaane do use (2)
(Shankar)
Bholi bhaali bholi bhaali rehne do
Zindagi ko zindagi ko behne do (2)
Behne do… (4)
(Anusha)
Tee ri ree.. ree ri ree.. Tee ri ri ri ree.. ree ri ree.. (2)
(Shankar)
Barood jab bachcha tha woh titli pakadta tha
Woh ambiya bhi churaata tha.. patangon par jhagadta tha
Agar tum uska maanjha lootte woh kuch nahi kehta
Thoda naaraaz to hota.. magar phir bhi woh khush rehta..
Magar dhoke se tumne uska bachpan bhi to loota hai
Zara dekho to uski aankh mein woh kabse rootha hai
Jugnuon ki roshni mein dil lagaane do use..
Dil lagaa..ne do use..
(Anusha)
Dhoop ke sikke.. uthaakar gunguna de use
Baingani kachche hatheli par sajaane do use
(Shankar)
Bholi bhaali bholi bhaali rehne do
Zindagi ko zindagi ko behne do (2)
Behne do… (2)
(Shankar)
Pa.. Pa Sa Ga Ma.. Ga.. Sa Dha.. Dha Ma..
Ga Ma Pa Sa Ga Ma Pa.. Ma
Ga Ma Pa Ni.. Dha.. Ma…
Ma.. Sa Ga Ma Pa Dha Sa Dha..
Ma Dha Sa Ga Ma Pa Ma.. Ga Sa Ga..
Sa Dha Ma Pa Dha Sa.. Sa..
(Shankar)
Bahut jaldi dupatte odhna sikhla rahe hai hum
Kyon zindagi ko raat se milva rahe hai hum
Woh palloo se chipak kar maa ki chalti thi to achchi thi
Akela chodkar usko kya kehna chaah rahe hai hum
Kya kehna chaah rahe hai hum (Anusha)
Ek gehri neend se humko jagaane do use
Jagaa..ne do use..
(Anusha)
Dhoop ke sikke.. uthaakar gunguna de use
Baingani kachche hatheli par sajaane do use
(Shankar)
Bholi bhaali bholi bhaali rehne do
Zindagi ko zindagi ko behne do
Bholi bhaali bholi bhaali bholi bhaali rehne do
Zindagi ko zindagi ko behne do
Behne do… (4)
(Anusha)
Tee ri ree.. ree ri ree.. Tee ri ri ri ree.. ree ri ree.. (4)
(Shankar)
Zindagi ko.. behne.. do..
Bholi bhaali.. bholi bhaali.. bholi bhaali rehne do..
Zindagi.. ko behne do..
Mom and Dad I Love You Everyday
Holding my hand when I needed strength,
Telling me to believe in myself today,
Giving me courage to face the world,
Mom and Dad I Love You Everyday,
Asking me to fearlessly speak the truth,
Hugging me in case I had a bad day,
believing in the dreams I pursued,
Mom and Dad I Love You Everyday,
When I failed at stages in life,
Proving that its not the only way,
Providing an optimistic view for me,
Mom and Dad I love you everyday,
Physical distances may be there now,
Far I am, but I still follow your way,
Life is to be Lived and not just lead,
Mom and Dad I love you everyday.
Dedicated to my Awesome Parents...
who are there for me today, tomorrow and always.
Telling me to believe in myself today,
Giving me courage to face the world,
Mom and Dad I Love You Everyday,
Asking me to fearlessly speak the truth,
Hugging me in case I had a bad day,
believing in the dreams I pursued,
Mom and Dad I Love You Everyday,
When I failed at stages in life,
Proving that its not the only way,
Providing an optimistic view for me,
Mom and Dad I love you everyday,
Physical distances may be there now,
Far I am, but I still follow your way,
Life is to be Lived and not just lead,
Mom and Dad I love you everyday.
Dedicated to my Awesome Parents...
who are there for me today, tomorrow and always.
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