It’s been ages since I have even thought of visiting me…
And here I am, again; intruding me, myself and my existence. And in between now and then, I have travelled; both space and time. And in between now and then, I have intermingled; both people and myself. But the only thing which has endured with me in this journey is me. Have I lost it ALL or all along it has only been me, just that I have realized it now?
The reality is I get hurt when friends leave away from me within space and time. I realize that I need to Rise Up and overcome this thought which was reminded to me by these lines I read recently….
“If our friendship depends on things like space and time, then when we finally overcome space and time, we’ve destroyed our own brotherhood! But overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now. And in the middle of Here and Now, don’t you think that we might see each other once or twice?” – From Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
I would just like to end this beautiful note by a quote from the Kite runner for my dearest friends….
“For you, a thousand times over….”
Cheers!
Luv
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
An Indian perplexity...
One of the stories which puzzled me today was the Indian hullabaloo on a photograph of Sania Mirza relaxing with her feet placed adjacent to the Indian flag kept on a table. An Indian court issued a notice to her for “insulting” the national flag, for which she can be imprisoned for 3 years with fine. The thing which baffled me was not that Sania subconsciously insulted the National flag but that the Indian mindsets reprimand an Indian for being incautious in her demeanor to the outside world when being around the National flag. Indian National flag is a symbol for Indian spirit and freedom. I feel Sania should be reprimanded if she does not give her best at the Australian open as she would be the one who will damper and hence insult the Indian spirit.
I am much bemused by the citizens who allege and report these incidents. I am not sure whether they are aware of the problems being faced by India. Do they realize that that the problem of a citizen subconsciously insulting the National flag is the tip of an iceberg? I am more concerned on the facts that an average Indian consumes 1/23rd times energy than an average American in a day*, the per capita consumption of Petroleum products in India is 1/20th as compared to America*, the land and port based infrastructure in India is far behind in the world even if compared to the developing nations like Brazil*, there is near to 10% unemployment in the country, the country’s literacy rate is around 60% and by 2030 Indian population will pass China’s. And to make it even worse, we have one of the most challenging and largest corrupt democracy of the world. Aren’t these problems of any concern to the fellow citizens?
Aren’t these facts enough to awaken one to be perplexed with what real problems are? India requires $500 billion dollars of infrastructure investment over the coming 5 years – whether it is power generation, airports, land and ports infrastructure. Indian government needs to distribute the wealth generation so that we do not have a diverse stagnant economic positions, we need to decrease the illiteracy rate and think ways of employment generation.
India has just begun catching up with the other nations and it does not seem so far a route where into that freedom of heaven it will awake into (as envisioned by Rabindra Nath Tagore).
To all the fellow citizens who dare the Indian awakening, I quote...
~ Robert Frost “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
~ elkays
(*inputs from the Economic times, 7th January, 2008)
I am much bemused by the citizens who allege and report these incidents. I am not sure whether they are aware of the problems being faced by India. Do they realize that that the problem of a citizen subconsciously insulting the National flag is the tip of an iceberg? I am more concerned on the facts that an average Indian consumes 1/23rd times energy than an average American in a day*, the per capita consumption of Petroleum products in India is 1/20th as compared to America*, the land and port based infrastructure in India is far behind in the world even if compared to the developing nations like Brazil*, there is near to 10% unemployment in the country, the country’s literacy rate is around 60% and by 2030 Indian population will pass China’s. And to make it even worse, we have one of the most challenging and largest corrupt democracy of the world. Aren’t these problems of any concern to the fellow citizens?
Aren’t these facts enough to awaken one to be perplexed with what real problems are? India requires $500 billion dollars of infrastructure investment over the coming 5 years – whether it is power generation, airports, land and ports infrastructure. Indian government needs to distribute the wealth generation so that we do not have a diverse stagnant economic positions, we need to decrease the illiteracy rate and think ways of employment generation.
India has just begun catching up with the other nations and it does not seem so far a route where into that freedom of heaven it will awake into (as envisioned by Rabindra Nath Tagore).
To all the fellow citizens who dare the Indian awakening, I quote...
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
~ Robert Frost “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
~ elkays
(*inputs from the Economic times, 7th January, 2008)
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Get the basics right...
Wish I had done my homework today....
While traveling back from school I used to complete my homework... not that I was a nerd but I was crazy about sports... Cricket to be precise. My mom had her basics right in not letting me go to play until I had done my homework... wish she was here to paster me to do my homework today.... Anyways, I used to complete my homework while traveling back from school to home so that I can get a complete 1 hour more to play. I did my basics right then. Why not today?
And there were some days when the school bus used to get late and I used to play soccer and pray for the bus to not arrive at least for an hour. These moments used to be golden as I got to play without doing my homework! Why not today?
Today I did not do my homework. The flight got delayed and I am here,this is me sitting at the airport remembering the golden days. The same rule applies here... if I had done my homework and would have called to find out whether my flight was on time (wish I would have read Kali's blog on learning to fly before I started for the airport), I would have got more than 2 hours to play, keep a book to read while traveling and catch up with some sleep.
But then it is not that bad; as you get to see some of the funniest stuff going around. People are trying to kill time - not literally. Craziest like me are gaging the sound of music in the escalators noise or carefully listening to the same security warnings. Also it has been observed that people while coming out from the rest room tend to either check that their zip is closed..lol..or their jacket is below the waist. Now, this rhythms to the fact that in ping pong a player in most cases looks at the paddle when he/she plays an atrocious shot or in tennis or badminton the player adjusts the guts of the racket as to blame the misalignment for the unforced error.
Wish I could blame my unforced error....
~elkays
While traveling back from school I used to complete my homework... not that I was a nerd but I was crazy about sports... Cricket to be precise. My mom had her basics right in not letting me go to play until I had done my homework... wish she was here to paster me to do my homework today.... Anyways, I used to complete my homework while traveling back from school to home so that I can get a complete 1 hour more to play. I did my basics right then. Why not today?
And there were some days when the school bus used to get late and I used to play soccer and pray for the bus to not arrive at least for an hour. These moments used to be golden as I got to play without doing my homework! Why not today?
Today I did not do my homework. The flight got delayed and I am here,this is me sitting at the airport remembering the golden days. The same rule applies here... if I had done my homework and would have called to find out whether my flight was on time (wish I would have read Kali's blog on learning to fly before I started for the airport), I would have got more than 2 hours to play, keep a book to read while traveling and catch up with some sleep.
But then it is not that bad; as you get to see some of the funniest stuff going around. People are trying to kill time - not literally. Craziest like me are gaging the sound of music in the escalators noise or carefully listening to the same security warnings. Also it has been observed that people while coming out from the rest room tend to either check that their zip is closed..lol..or their jacket is below the waist. Now, this rhythms to the fact that in ping pong a player in most cases looks at the paddle when he/she plays an atrocious shot or in tennis or badminton the player adjusts the guts of the racket as to blame the misalignment for the unforced error.
Wish I could blame my unforced error....
~elkays
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
I want to read...
The last book I read was Ayn Rand's Atlas shrugged. The last to last book I read was Ayn Rand's Atlas shrugged. Did I wrote the same line again?
Atlas shrugged is the most influential book just after the bible.
It just happens sometimes that when you read a book which you really liked, you want to read it again. Not only this, if you read something which makes you feel that you were a part of it, you pause.
You cherish every moment of it;
you want to recall every moment of it;
You fear that if you read another book, it will make you lose the feeling which you had reading the earlier one.
Am I trapped? Do I get stuck with impeccable art in any form?
When I listen to music, I get trapped as well. I listen to the same track again and again but the irony being after such acts of madness, I still do not remember the lyrics.
I want to read The Bible, The Bhagwat Gita, The kuran, Godfather, We the living, Gitanjali, Papilon, autobiographies on Gandhi, Hitler, Kiran Bedi.
I know this life will not be sufficient to read such literature. When I will read one, another 10 will add to the list. And the list will go on....
It's time for me to add another 10 i guess....
~elkays
Atlas shrugged is the most influential book just after the bible.
It just happens sometimes that when you read a book which you really liked, you want to read it again. Not only this, if you read something which makes you feel that you were a part of it, you pause.
You cherish every moment of it;
you want to recall every moment of it;
You fear that if you read another book, it will make you lose the feeling which you had reading the earlier one.
Am I trapped? Do I get stuck with impeccable art in any form?
When I listen to music, I get trapped as well. I listen to the same track again and again but the irony being after such acts of madness, I still do not remember the lyrics.
I want to read The Bible, The Bhagwat Gita, The kuran, Godfather, We the living, Gitanjali, Papilon, autobiographies on Gandhi, Hitler, Kiran Bedi.
I know this life will not be sufficient to read such literature. When I will read one, another 10 will add to the list. And the list will go on....
It's time for me to add another 10 i guess....
~elkays
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Indian Ocean
~ I have never seen a live performance of the band.
~ I do not understand the lyrics – Sufism is not my cup of tea.
~ I do not know who plays for the band.
~ I do not know what type of music they play.
But I do know that I love their music…
Every now and then I dream; I see myself on stage. Dream about this note disembarked from me. I see me holding a different instrument in every trance. I see me singing their words. I see people dancing and singing on my tune! The irony is that I do not know even a single instrument. Maybe this is why I dream…
I want to see them craft this art, want to feel the pulse generated right there. I want to dance on their tunes!
Till the time I see me dancing on their tunes, I will be seeing someone dancing on mine!
~luv
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Majestic display...
I had never seen a Formula 1 race with such enthusiasm before!
It all happened in 1 single race - The European Grand Prix, 2007. There were more than a thousand nail biting moments - The heavy downpour at the start which lead to a flurry of cars skid off the track, Hamiltion beginning at the 10th position reached 4th in a flash and then skid out to resume 17th, Ferrari in total command of the race with only 9 laps to go out powered by the magical display of character and skills by Alonso and Mc Laren to complete the race with +8 seconds of lead, Hamilton's skills demonstration by constantly making 6 consecutive fastest laps to finish 9th from 17th...and the list goes on...
The majestic moment was when Alonso overtook Massa and snatched the race from him. 10 laps to go and it seemed to be a clear victory for the Ferrari and Massa when rain gods came to rescue. 9 laps remaining and all cars started to make pit stops to change their normal tires to intermediate wherein Fisichella came in between Massa (who was leading) and Alonso. With great team work and skills, Alonso overtook Fisichella while exiting from the pit lanes and started to ponder over Massa. With great skills, determination and magical display of character, Alonso overtook Massa and won the European grand prix with over 8 seconds of lead. I have never seen this nail biting finish.
With god's grace and one's fusion of belief, determination and character - there is nothing impossible in this world! Nothing!
This race has just augmented my love for the game...
~Luv
It all happened in 1 single race - The European Grand Prix, 2007. There were more than a thousand nail biting moments - The heavy downpour at the start which lead to a flurry of cars skid off the track, Hamiltion beginning at the 10th position reached 4th in a flash and then skid out to resume 17th, Ferrari in total command of the race with only 9 laps to go out powered by the magical display of character and skills by Alonso and Mc Laren to complete the race with +8 seconds of lead, Hamilton's skills demonstration by constantly making 6 consecutive fastest laps to finish 9th from 17th...and the list goes on...
The majestic moment was when Alonso overtook Massa and snatched the race from him. 10 laps to go and it seemed to be a clear victory for the Ferrari and Massa when rain gods came to rescue. 9 laps remaining and all cars started to make pit stops to change their normal tires to intermediate wherein Fisichella came in between Massa (who was leading) and Alonso. With great team work and skills, Alonso overtook Fisichella while exiting from the pit lanes and started to ponder over Massa. With great skills, determination and magical display of character, Alonso overtook Massa and won the European grand prix with over 8 seconds of lead. I have never seen this nail biting finish.
With god's grace and one's fusion of belief, determination and character - there is nothing impossible in this world! Nothing!
This race has just augmented my love for the game...
~Luv
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Footprints....
Hum dhunda kiye tere nishan.
dil shaam o sehar yahan wahan....
tere bin, oh re piya
jiya jaaye na.
Hum dhunda kiye tere nishan......
~ Kohinoor Serial track sound - dedicated to Alice!
dil shaam o sehar yahan wahan....
tere bin, oh re piya
jiya jaaye na.
Hum dhunda kiye tere nishan......
~ Kohinoor Serial track sound - dedicated to Alice!
Monday, August 15, 2005
Noisy Symphony
The unheard song out of the blue knocked me off. One jingle paints a thousand pictures in the theatre of the mind. It’s only a single utensil the noise is dismantling from, yet the vibrations movement ricochet the sonata. There is a sense of belongingness to this noise, yet numb. Looming from the deep down emotion lane, this clatter of silence sweeps the soul with symphony. A false delusion of sadness emancipates the harmony, but fact lies in the truth of the tinkle, which is as trustful as the deity, as serene as a thought.
The shelter dingdong which unconsciously covers me all moments departed for a while, fabricating moments of insight music which is not unheard but perpetual, perpetual only till there is either day or night! It is immaterial I being the light or the dark, the unheard song will still knock me off the moment I am not coupled to become the dawn…
...elkays!
The shelter dingdong which unconsciously covers me all moments departed for a while, fabricating moments of insight music which is not unheard but perpetual, perpetual only till there is either day or night! It is immaterial I being the light or the dark, the unheard song will still knock me off the moment I am not coupled to become the dawn…
...elkays!
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
lIvIn nExT dOoR tO aLiCe
Out of the blues I thought of jotting down something. It seems so difficult to drag something from inside, maybe a window solution with a mouse port is required but might be till that time this server is down...ping…server timed out….Oops! Thank god the response is not Unknown host till now!
Anyways just to start up with this let me just recall how my day started and what provoked me to pen down something….After all the excitement last night of the Race, not that the race was exciting but the drinks that got into me…I woke up a bit late…and then after the quotidian activities I started off for my work place…the king of the jungles…Shols. One thing I just love is to drive on ECR, you have to either drive @ bullock cart speed or have to turn on the radar which will keep the cyclist awake and not poke into your vehicle all of a sudden. Or meet someone who is eager to leap at your vehicle to cross the road. You need the roadrash weapon to keep the flow going….
Anyways after getting dressed and picking up all the necessary belongings I headed for the stairs peeping into Alice’s home. Alice the girl I can die for … the girl who drives my day, just a glimpse of her smiling face makes my day…. She is so beautiful and charming. I am an addict of her smile. The way she glances at me when I am leaving for work just makes me go bezerk. This is the only time I get to see her…but what do I see … she is not at her home today, not to see me off for the day…..sigh! Disheartened I managed to reach the ground floor and leave for the jungle. Thoughts of the whole day going bad came to my mind until I just lifted my eyes to see her…What could I have asked for more, there she was waiting for me to give me life, the love to just carry on…. She with her cute little micky mouse bottle in her hand, school bag crumbling her shoulders down and the cutest smile I have ever seen worn on her face; waiting for her school van. Her right hand was in her granddad’s wrist while the left one was just swinging in the air on the tune of a Tam song she was murmuring. As soon as she saw me, she turned her head towards left and strengthened her cheek muscles to give a big smile to me. Something like converting a :j to:d … All my Monday morning blues went off and I was overwhelmed to see her smiling face. I smiled back with a :j smile, waving at her with my left hand. She waved back too.
Glancing at her the last time for the day, I started to drive my 100 cc bike at bullock cart speed towards the jungle but her smiling face was coming in front of me all the time. How much happy she was? *touchwood* how much relaxed and composed she was *touchwood* …. thoughts started to flow straight inside me. I remembered my school time when I used to be like her…not that sweet but I also had a cute smiling face which would have probably influenced someone else’s day too… But then all of a sudden a question bombed me. Period. Everything went black. All memories left me. My mind, body, soul just thinking of only that...How much dependent she was?
Dependent on the tiffin box that her mom would have prepared early morning, the cold water she would have put in her micky mouse bottle, the clothes she would have washed and ironed for her last night, the dependence on her granddad’s hand to take her to the bus stop; How much dependent she was...haahhahaha. Who was i laughing at? At myself? Probably...
More than even what anyone can imagine…. She is Independent!
Serenity of thought which comes to her mind makes her independence. The thoughts like whether there is Maggi for tiffin? Whether I will get tank or roohafsha in my micky mouse bottle? When will the school van come so that I can go and talk to Charu and Sheetal and show them my new earrings which my dad gifted me yesterday?
What game will I play in the PT period… the list goes on…. This is what independence is all about. The serenity of thoughts….thoughts which can make one smile….
I started to wonder how her thoughts were so serene. How things will happen if she was truly independent, may it be independence of living etc.
I got my answer the very next moment. The dependence of her love to the others and vice versa made her so independent. The love of her mom to carry out the routine work for her while adding her love by either mixing the water with Roohafzha or preparing maggi so that Alice’s day passes by with all smiles; The love of her granddad that comes daily to leave her to the bus stop; the love of her dad to get something for her at night to make her different in front of her friends. The love of her friend who will ask her to give those earrings to her; the love of Alice who will give one to her friend and keep one for herself and get the scolding from her dad.
All this dependence made her the most Independent soul on this earth. *touchwood*
Grow up Luv, with this entire gimmick, what are you gonna prove that if your mom and granddad would have done this to you would you have been independent like her? Would your thoughts reflect the same serenity as hers? All these thoughts started to flow in all directions. My inner self itself asking me to justify my thought process. This was the level of affronted Independence I had.
But then with all this mockery I made, I had to justify my inner self of the truth.
The truth about my independence!
The truth of my dependence to be independent!
My dependence on Alice’s smile to kick start my day; dependence on the song I hear when I am traveling to the jungle; dependence on the face which brings smile on my face; dependence on the shoulders that bears my heavy hands; dependence on the mind which is tuned to the same frequency; dependence on the friend I can talk long and share my grievances; dependence on
others love for me.
I don’t know how much Independent I am but I do know by looking at Alice that the more dependent I am, the more Independent I am.
Chrikut!
Anyways just to start up with this let me just recall how my day started and what provoked me to pen down something….After all the excitement last night of the Race, not that the race was exciting but the drinks that got into me…I woke up a bit late…and then after the quotidian activities I started off for my work place…the king of the jungles…Shols. One thing I just love is to drive on ECR, you have to either drive @ bullock cart speed or have to turn on the radar which will keep the cyclist awake and not poke into your vehicle all of a sudden. Or meet someone who is eager to leap at your vehicle to cross the road. You need the roadrash weapon to keep the flow going….
Anyways after getting dressed and picking up all the necessary belongings I headed for the stairs peeping into Alice’s home. Alice the girl I can die for … the girl who drives my day, just a glimpse of her smiling face makes my day…. She is so beautiful and charming. I am an addict of her smile. The way she glances at me when I am leaving for work just makes me go bezerk. This is the only time I get to see her…but what do I see … she is not at her home today, not to see me off for the day…..sigh! Disheartened I managed to reach the ground floor and leave for the jungle. Thoughts of the whole day going bad came to my mind until I just lifted my eyes to see her…What could I have asked for more, there she was waiting for me to give me life, the love to just carry on…. She with her cute little micky mouse bottle in her hand, school bag crumbling her shoulders down and the cutest smile I have ever seen worn on her face; waiting for her school van. Her right hand was in her granddad’s wrist while the left one was just swinging in the air on the tune of a Tam song she was murmuring. As soon as she saw me, she turned her head towards left and strengthened her cheek muscles to give a big smile to me. Something like converting a :j to:d … All my Monday morning blues went off and I was overwhelmed to see her smiling face. I smiled back with a :j smile, waving at her with my left hand. She waved back too.
Glancing at her the last time for the day, I started to drive my 100 cc bike at bullock cart speed towards the jungle but her smiling face was coming in front of me all the time. How much happy she was? *touchwood* how much relaxed and composed she was *touchwood* …. thoughts started to flow straight inside me. I remembered my school time when I used to be like her…not that sweet but I also had a cute smiling face which would have probably influenced someone else’s day too… But then all of a sudden a question bombed me. Period. Everything went black. All memories left me. My mind, body, soul just thinking of only that...How much dependent she was?
Dependent on the tiffin box that her mom would have prepared early morning, the cold water she would have put in her micky mouse bottle, the clothes she would have washed and ironed for her last night, the dependence on her granddad’s hand to take her to the bus stop; How much dependent she was...haahhahaha. Who was i laughing at? At myself? Probably...
More than even what anyone can imagine…. She is Independent!
Serenity of thought which comes to her mind makes her independence. The thoughts like whether there is Maggi for tiffin? Whether I will get tank or roohafsha in my micky mouse bottle? When will the school van come so that I can go and talk to Charu and Sheetal and show them my new earrings which my dad gifted me yesterday?
What game will I play in the PT period… the list goes on…. This is what independence is all about. The serenity of thoughts….thoughts which can make one smile….
I started to wonder how her thoughts were so serene. How things will happen if she was truly independent, may it be independence of living etc.
I got my answer the very next moment. The dependence of her love to the others and vice versa made her so independent. The love of her mom to carry out the routine work for her while adding her love by either mixing the water with Roohafzha or preparing maggi so that Alice’s day passes by with all smiles; The love of her granddad that comes daily to leave her to the bus stop; the love of her dad to get something for her at night to make her different in front of her friends. The love of her friend who will ask her to give those earrings to her; the love of Alice who will give one to her friend and keep one for herself and get the scolding from her dad.
All this dependence made her the most Independent soul on this earth. *touchwood*
Grow up Luv, with this entire gimmick, what are you gonna prove that if your mom and granddad would have done this to you would you have been independent like her? Would your thoughts reflect the same serenity as hers? All these thoughts started to flow in all directions. My inner self itself asking me to justify my thought process. This was the level of affronted Independence I had.
But then with all this mockery I made, I had to justify my inner self of the truth.
The truth about my independence!
The truth of my dependence to be independent!
My dependence on Alice’s smile to kick start my day; dependence on the song I hear when I am traveling to the jungle; dependence on the face which brings smile on my face; dependence on the shoulders that bears my heavy hands; dependence on the mind which is tuned to the same frequency; dependence on the friend I can talk long and share my grievances; dependence on
others love for me.
I don’t know how much Independent I am but I do know by looking at Alice that the more dependent I am, the more Independent I am.
Chrikut!
Monday, March 07, 2005
Sunday, February 27, 2005
There are somethings money can't buy!
knock knock... "Please open the door" someone shouted from the staircase....
Dhag dhag...the door banged...
Dhag dhag dhag......"Open the door" the voice became more blatant.
"Oh my god, who's this in the wee hours" a wisper to oneself was heard.
The hands on the forehead. Beer bottles scattered all around... still in bed I opened my eyes... Bang bang....the same picky voice was again heard shouting...."open...door....break..."
Oh did I hear it correctly?
"What the F..Someone’s knockin the door...Need to get up...." the whisper came.
Not knowing how I managed to get up and open the door, I saw a police officer standing angrily on the porch.
All haziness disappeared... "Hey what’s the officer doing here..Did I do something last night??? Beer, party, fag...what else....I don’t remember. Holy Shit"
"yes please" my fearful voice came out.
The officer angrily muttered "What the hell were you up to? Cant you here the door bell or the knocking?"
"sorry ..ah..Sir, was asleep..." fearfully I managed to utter.
"May I see your passport?" came the abrupt reply.
"What??? Did I hear it correctly? Can I ask him to come again? Pardon? wie bette?"
The angry officer blatantly shouted this time "PASSPORT"
Yes I heard it correct! "It is the same word. No no can’t be...but yes 2nd time I heard this...." "Shit! I am screwed!"
All of a sudden some third creature popped up .... "Get up! We are already late...its 8'o clock..." And shocked, fearfully I looked at him...."Come-on what are you looking at...Its Monday..We are getting late....Company's rules say to reach at my seat by 9...so get up!" came the recognizable voice.
But then hello where is the officer? And that word....
BLACK.
Welcome to the real world!
I am a software engineer without a passport.
Hello! Welcome! This is me.
My identity? No I don’t have any.
Will an Indian word suffice? Naa...or will a North Indian word suffice....can't say....How about a North Indian Software Engineer?....Need some more....here it goes....
A North Indian Software Engineer working in South India(NISEWISI)....wooh...nice acronym...NISE WISI....
What the fuss about all this? And what's this North Indian South Indian tantrum..??
Passport depicts as Indian right? Don’t know...i don’t have it...but surely I have seen some of them; dreaming I would also have it one day...They all had Indian on it....then what’s all this?
Common now don’t tell me that you have not experienced the same emotions what I have!
Don’t tell me you never fought to put your point forward in a team meet..when from all of a sudden a joke is cracked which you can hear but then it enters from one ear and exits from the other not reaching the brain...or maybe the decoding software is not there...
Yes but then can I change the passport details for everyone else please? Or will I be getting a North Indian citizenship?
How about making the passport in the respective languages only....so u land up in other country and they say "sorry not recognizable! Decoder not found!"
Common talk sense...what shall I do?
Hmm..It’s a tough job!
Well all the nasty pricks that should not be applied come to my mind.
But then awareness has to be there...your thoughts have to reach the concerned
...here the concerned is you yourself...!!
So does it mean tit for tat? Well can be....how about mailing to the team in a Punjabi or Hindi font? Does it sound stupid...well yes but some things money can’t buy!
How about conversing in Hindi only....
All these are not the solutions.....
The solution lies in being straight and to the point. A humble request in a team meet or an account meet shall solve the problems maybe not fully but yes people are there to understand....But still if there is no say....there are above ways to deal with any situation.
Can I come up with a BOK of what NISE WISI faces?
The above one is just an eye opener. And then the solutions to all those problems...Sounds cool na...
But then isn’t there an easy way out?
Oh yes definitely! Go back to sweet home Alabama....And then if you find any SISE WINI's try the same on them! How exciting!
In the real go maybe some things needs a change.
What comes to your mind when you hear the word "India"? Population, Corruption, Political disorder, communal riots? There are many what we don’t know too....
But yes I also hear the word "Cricket". Maybe the only word which unites the nation together.
The positive things to look forward these days maybe the word "software" but then that solely depends on "us" and not "US of A"
Can't there be a place where there are no NISE WISI'S or SISE WINI's.
Can’t we just have a common goal to achieve, to see our country shine?
Probably there are something’s money cant buy!
My eyes are searching the MasterCard!
Dhag dhag...the door banged...
Dhag dhag dhag......"Open the door" the voice became more blatant.
"Oh my god, who's this in the wee hours" a wisper to oneself was heard.
The hands on the forehead. Beer bottles scattered all around... still in bed I opened my eyes... Bang bang....the same picky voice was again heard shouting...."open...door....break..."
Oh did I hear it correctly?
"What the F..Someone’s knockin the door...Need to get up...." the whisper came.
Not knowing how I managed to get up and open the door, I saw a police officer standing angrily on the porch.
All haziness disappeared... "Hey what’s the officer doing here..Did I do something last night??? Beer, party, fag...what else....I don’t remember. Holy Shit"
"yes please" my fearful voice came out.
The officer angrily muttered "What the hell were you up to? Cant you here the door bell or the knocking?"
"sorry ..ah..Sir, was asleep..." fearfully I managed to utter.
"May I see your passport?" came the abrupt reply.
"What??? Did I hear it correctly? Can I ask him to come again? Pardon? wie bette?"
The angry officer blatantly shouted this time "PASSPORT"
Yes I heard it correct! "It is the same word. No no can’t be...but yes 2nd time I heard this...." "Shit! I am screwed!"
All of a sudden some third creature popped up .... "Get up! We are already late...its 8'o clock..." And shocked, fearfully I looked at him...."Come-on what are you looking at...Its Monday..We are getting late....Company's rules say to reach at my seat by 9...so get up!" came the recognizable voice.
But then hello where is the officer? And that word....
BLACK.
Welcome to the real world!
I am a software engineer without a passport.
Hello! Welcome! This is me.
My identity? No I don’t have any.
Will an Indian word suffice? Naa...or will a North Indian word suffice....can't say....How about a North Indian Software Engineer?....Need some more....here it goes....
A North Indian Software Engineer working in South India(NISEWISI)....wooh...nice acronym...NISE WISI....
What the fuss about all this? And what's this North Indian South Indian tantrum..??
Passport depicts as Indian right? Don’t know...i don’t have it...but surely I have seen some of them; dreaming I would also have it one day...They all had Indian on it....then what’s all this?
Common now don’t tell me that you have not experienced the same emotions what I have!
Don’t tell me you never fought to put your point forward in a team meet..when from all of a sudden a joke is cracked which you can hear but then it enters from one ear and exits from the other not reaching the brain...or maybe the decoding software is not there...
Yes but then can I change the passport details for everyone else please? Or will I be getting a North Indian citizenship?
How about making the passport in the respective languages only....so u land up in other country and they say "sorry not recognizable! Decoder not found!"
Common talk sense...what shall I do?
Hmm..It’s a tough job!
Well all the nasty pricks that should not be applied come to my mind.
But then awareness has to be there...your thoughts have to reach the concerned
...here the concerned is you yourself...!!
So does it mean tit for tat? Well can be....how about mailing to the team in a Punjabi or Hindi font? Does it sound stupid...well yes but some things money can’t buy!
How about conversing in Hindi only....
All these are not the solutions.....
The solution lies in being straight and to the point. A humble request in a team meet or an account meet shall solve the problems maybe not fully but yes people are there to understand....But still if there is no say....there are above ways to deal with any situation.
Can I come up with a BOK of what NISE WISI faces?
The above one is just an eye opener. And then the solutions to all those problems...Sounds cool na...
But then isn’t there an easy way out?
Oh yes definitely! Go back to sweet home Alabama....And then if you find any SISE WINI's try the same on them! How exciting!
In the real go maybe some things needs a change.
What comes to your mind when you hear the word "India"? Population, Corruption, Political disorder, communal riots? There are many what we don’t know too....
But yes I also hear the word "Cricket". Maybe the only word which unites the nation together.
The positive things to look forward these days maybe the word "software" but then that solely depends on "us" and not "US of A"
Can't there be a place where there are no NISE WISI'S or SISE WINI's.
Can’t we just have a common goal to achieve, to see our country shine?
Probably there are something’s money cant buy!
My eyes are searching the MasterCard!
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