Pradeep

Love or War

2010-03-20T14:01:00.002+05:30

The attacks on women in pubs of Mangalore last year sparked a debate across the country. The whole country talked about teaching all these people a lesson. However I believe that the people who indulged in these acts have been grossly misunderstood.

To put things in perspective let’s first try to understand the people who did these things. Let’s analyze the facts and the philosophy of these people to get a grip on the issue. According to the beliefs of these people if a girl goes out with other girls it’s perfectly all right and so is the same if a guy goes out with other guys. However, if a guy goes out with a girl, according to them that is totally inappropriate and they won’t tolerate or allow this behavior. Now this is where most of the people and the media got it wrong – these people aren’t old fashioned or hardliners. In fact, far from it, these people are the most modern kind of activists that India has seen so far – Gay Right Activists.

If you really think about it, it all makes perfect sense. There are hardly any gay bars in India, most of the people are homophobic and there is no socially acceptable place for gays to meet. So all these men were trying to do is to get the women out of the pub so that they can have the whole place and all the hot guys to themselves. And even though it is not all justified that they beat up the women because they were jealous of them (inside sources say that most of them had a crush on the boyfriend of the girl that they beat) but we do tend to say that “everything is fair in love and war” and for most of the activists this is both love as well as war.

To make matters worse many women decided to send these guys their pink lingerie on Valentine’s Day as a mark of protest. That must have had these guys heartbroken – not even a single undergarment from any of the hunks that they adore but so many “undies” from women of all ages. That is indeed cruel - It’s like gifting a whole range of shoes to a man who has no feet.

This simply proves that the world is not fair but as the famous line from SATC goes “The universe may not always be fair but it does have a sense of humor”!

Reality is Perception

2009-03-24T23:51:00.003+05:30

What exactly is truth or reality? Who or what decides what it is?

According to www.dictionary.com truth means “conformity to fact or actuality”. However, if the truth is factual shouldn't it be the same for everyone? And if it is so then why is it that the version of reality changes from person to person? Or why is it that even the so called "universal truth" has various interpretations?

The fact of the matter is that behind everything that we believe is “true” there is a big assumption. The basis of each and everything considered “the truth” or “the reality” is a fact and if the basic fact that is used as the premise varies for different people then it automatically changes the” truth”. So while today we laugh at anyone who says that the earth is flat, just 4 centuries ago even a mere possibility of the idea that the earth is round was considered blasphemous. In fact many a scientists had to give their lives in order to believe in a truth that was different from what the rest of the world believed in.

Everything that we believe in is derived from cognition – the mental analysis of interpreting the facts based on our experiences, beliefs and perception.

“Satya ki paribhasha har ek ke liye alag alag hoti hai!” – This dialogue from the popular TV series “Chanakya” that I used to watch as a kid changed the way that I thought. I was really amazed at the way the idea that “Reality Is Perception” was described with an example of a rose. The simple reasoning that “Everyone thinks that a rose is beautiful but everyone has a different reason for believing it.“ really hit the point home. I remember being really fascinated by this argument and it really opened me to see the world not only from my perspective but from others too.

At the end of the day reality is nothing but perception and so is truth. We see the world through the glasses of our experiences, our beliefs and ideas and that, more than often, creates our own version of reality, our own version of truth. And even if the underlying facts remain the same , looking at them though different glasses will lead to totally different results.

“The biggest fights in the world are not between the wrong and the right but the right and the right” – I read this line so long back that I have even forgotten where I read this. What I haven't forgotten is my belief that this statement provides the reason as to why some of the biggest problems in the world haven’t been solved yet. Whether it’s India and Pakistan over Kashmir, Israel and Palestine over Jerusalem or one of my previous managers and me over my performance appraisal; the reality is that each side has some facts that are the whole premise of their stand and unless the effort is made to get to a common premise the differences will never be resolved.

It’s good to have an opinion, what’s better is to base it on facts. However, what is best is to base your opinions on facts, acknowledge new facts and when they come up reform your opinions accordingly. Because as Stephen Hawking famously said - If you still think the same way as you did 20 years back you are being stagnant.

Melancholy - Random Thoughts

2009-01-22T13:32:00.004+05:30

Every once in a while the pain gets unbearable. I hope it will pass and sometimes it even does , but only sometimes. When it does pass I wait for it to come back. When it doesn’t pass I slip further into the darkness.

I want to scream but the words just don’t come out. I want to run away but my legs don’t support me. I want to cry but the tears don’t come. I want to lash out but I don’t know how.

It seems as if the time has stopped. It seems as if the life has stopped.

Every time I feel I have hit rock bottom I slip further in the abyss. Every time I think that things can’t get worse they do.

The world hasn’t ended; it still exists out there, just not for me. Happiness does exist out there, just not for me. Life does thrive, just not for me.

The rainbow still attracts people’s attention, I can’t even see it. The rain still does drench people, I don’t even get wet. The wind still blows people away, I don’t even feel it. The sunshine does invite hope in everyone, I can’t even imagine it.

I have a heart but it doesn’t beat. I have a body but no soul. I have a pulse but no life!

Blessed are those who Forget Easily

2007-08-28T00:43:00.003+05:30

One thing that I envy in people is the ability to forget. I know that having good memory has its own benefits but I really envy the people who can forget easily. The reason being that I don't like to correlate brilliance with good memory - there are people who are brilliant at their work but don’t remember the name of their kids. The good thing with people who tend to forget easily is that they can enjoy the same things more than once - they can laugh at the same joke that they heard the last week, they can see the same movie again and enjoy it just the same as first time because they don’t remember the ending.

I for one can't forget that easily. I may forgive but I can't and don't forget easily. The sad part is that sometimes I wish that I could. There are things you want to forget - things that you wish you hadn't done and some that you wish you had, things that you could have done better, the fights that you had, things that you wish you hadn't said or were said to you and the pain and the sufferings associated with losing someone close. Maybe you may be better off remembering things because you do learn from your mistakes but it also means that you always carry the excess baggage of the past with you. You always have things that you can't get out of your mind , the ghosts and demons from your past that cloud your mind and prevent you from taking new steps.

I don't know if it's true but they say that Sachin Tendulkar remembers each one of his test match and ODI dismissal. He may have learned a lot from his mistakes but the mistakes also make him play safe. They prevent him from taking the same risks that he took when he went out to play as a sixteen year old. So while some one like Dhoni is fearless and takes the same risks time and again, Sachin at times tries so hard not to repeat his mistakes that he makes some new mistake.

Remember that the people who learn from their mistakes are geniuses. But the people who don't even remember their mistakes are fearless - and more than once, these are the people that have caused the greatest deeds in history.

So don't be disheartened just because you don't have a great memory. It might be a blessing after all!

Software Engineer Vs Psychiatrist

2007-02-24T17:08:00.000+05:30

There’s no doubt that I had a big part in my brother’s decision to do his MD in psychiatry. The only question that still remains unanswered is about the way I influenced his decision – did he still saw some tiny ray of hope of curing me or did he believe that with me around him there wouldn't be any dearth of mental patients for him. Frankly I don’t care much for that as it has turned out quite fine for him – though I can’t say the same for his patients.

The reason for me deciding to go for software was plain and simple - stupidity. Having seen my father, a civil engineer, who spent most of his time on his construction sites out in the sun– I decided that I wanted to do something that would allow me to remain indoors, wouldn’t be messy and unlike doctors would have decent timings. The reasoning was all based on sound logic but I couldn’t take a couple of important things into account - I didn’t know a single software engineer and I hadn’t heard of the word night-out.

However I would like to say that while my brother slogged out during his college years, I had loads of fun in college. So while he studied in his room holding a human bone in his hand trying to figure out the differences between the eleventh and the twelfth rib, I bunked my classes, watched all the movies and led a lazy life filled with fun.

The biggest problem of doctors is that they can’t escape their profession. Whether you meet someone on the road, in the elevator or in a shopping mall - they always find some ailment that they need to discuss with you. It would be something minor that they don’t need to go to a hospital for. However the moment they see a doctor they don’t want to let go of the opportunity to get some free medical advice. Smart as he is, my brother’s decision to go for psychiatry did make it relatively easy for him to face this problem. The reason being simple enough that how many people would say to a psychiatrist in the street – “Doc, do you think I am going crazy?” And even if they don’t say this and come up with something less embarrassing they don’t want to risk a certified shrink say to them “You are mentally unstable”. Moreover not many people want to be recognized by their psychiatrist in public.

Software engineer’s problem is that not many people understand what we do. The common perception is that all we do is play games on our computers. Not that it is entirely incorrect but the working weekends for a release, the night outs, and all the other hard work goes largely unnoticed. Another misconception is that since we work on computers we should know everything about the hardware and fix it in case of problems. Now most of the softies know their computer hardware but believe me even if you are a formula one driver you will not know everything about your car and how it works.

The second biggest problem that the doctors face is with the patients or their friends banging the doctor's doors in the middle of the night with some emergency like heart attack or a dog bite. Here again a psychiatrist is saved – he doesn’t have to deal with emergencies of this sort. No one’s going to bang the door of a psychiatrist in the middle of the night saying – “I need emergency treatment from you”.

Nobody knocks on the door of a Software engineer in the middle of the night – at least not anyone with the right intentions. The only people who like to sneak into a softie’s apartment are those who want to make a quick buck. And they are more than likely to succeed if they software engineer in question is a bachelor – either he will be in office or getting drunk in a local bar.

Some time back I realized that I had made a rather dumb career choice by joining the Software industry. As the software industry depends on other businesses to give us business, the moment the economy goes down we guys are the first ones to take the hit – obviously the soft targets. My brother on the other hand made a very prudent decision when he took to psychiatry. If the economy is good he gets lots of patients of mania and stress related problems and if the economy is bad he gets depression patients. Now isn’t that a win-win situation.

The good part in being a software engineer is that I don’t have to live with my mistakes by carrying them on my conscience and I don’t have the risk of being beaten up by my clients. While it is quite common to hear that the patients beat up a doctor, as most of the patients are all but patient, it is safe world for the softies. The clients might be demanding and some of the coworkers might be jerks but we still don’t need to work under police security. And to add to that I have a clean conscience – just like my bank account.

I believe that it doesn’t matter what you do as long as you do it well and give it all that you have. Right now I am munching some nuts and by the looks of what’s left in the plate I did a pretty good job at it. And yes I did give it my all – the 20 bucks that were left in my wallet.

So software might be my calling and psychiatry of my brother but my friend is calling me right now so I gotta go!

Yet Another Analogy

2007-02-03T10:45:00.000+05:30

"Programming is like sex - One mistake and you have to support it for life". One of my friends had put this quote on his orkut profile. Funny as it is but I don't agree with it. Seldom do the guys who make the biggest mistakes in the project end up in support of the product.

Now IT projects are not very different from our lives and relationships. So let me do the classification of IT projects albeit with a new approach.

A development project is a long-term relationship - something like love culminating in marriage. In the beginning you don't know what you are getting into and in the end you are thinking if this is what you really wanted in the first place. However between those two points are several phases - beginning with the one where you start knowing each other (the requirements gathering), the second phase when you are going steady and dream together about your future (design - which BTW isn't even remotely similar to the end product), third is the implementation phase where you involve the families. The preparation for marriage is testing by any means and most of the couples even do the user acceptance testing. The big difference is that the culmination of a relationship is the marriage whereas the end of the project is Release. Now release is a beautiful word and in the best of context it means that you're out of jail but marriage is just the beginning of the sentence.

Production Support Projects are almost similar to the oldest profession of the world! Let me make things a little clearer by pointing out the similarities - there is always a haggling over price and the middlemen make the most out of the deals. The clients want instant results, the workers don’t know whom they are servicing and they don't even care as they are just in it for the money, the stress is high and the job involves working at odd hours. The bottom line - as long as the customers get l**d and the workers get paid - every one's happy.

Somewhere in between the development and Production support lie the maintenance and enhancement projects. They are the one-night stands that allow you a few niceties before you get down to the actual business. You get some time to familiarize with the subject. However just as you feel that you are starting to get the hang of it all - the game’s up and you have to move on to the next subject.

Most of the software services companies have a mix of all the above three type of projects. However don't judge the people by the projects that they are in - it's just how well the job they are doing that counts. After all as Donald Trump says in 'The Apprentice' - "It's Nothing Personal, it's Just Business!"

Crazy is Good

2006-06-10T13:49:00.000+05:30

Have you ever done anything crazy? Done something that people thought you could or would never do – Something that is not within the realms of being normal?

A couple of years back I read the book - 'Veronica decides to Die' by Paulo Coehlo. In the book the lead character, Veronica, decides to commit suicide and takes an overdose of sleeping pills. And although she fails at her suicide attempt and survives, she gets admitted to a mental institution. During her interaction with the patients there she realizes how the definition of normal and crazy is skewed. She finds out that that the patients in the hospital are far more normal than the people outside – they express themselves freely, they do what they want to do and live life as they wish – without any thought of what other people would say or how they will be judged by others.

What do you do if you see a man dancing in the middle of the street? Most of us will just say - "That man has gone crazy!"

Now most of us wouldn't dare to start dancing in the middle of the street even if your favorite song is playing on the radio and you really feel like dancing. Isn't it normal to dance when you want to? Isn’t it normal to be who you are? At times years of social conditioning prevents us from doing what most of us really want to do. The fear of being judged prevents us from venturing out and doing the things that we like.

So what should we do – Give in to our desires and give a damn about others? The answer is simple - "I don't know". All I can say is - Do what makes sense to you and define your own boundaries. However before passing judgment on anyone do give the person some credit for trying out something that was beyond your imagination.

And for the one who does go for his dreams or simply dances on the street just because he wants to - "Go for it!"

The next time some one tells you - "You are crazy!" - Just smile back and say, "Thanks for the compliment!"

Tsunami and I

2006-06-02T15:41:00.000+05:30

"Come on, let’s go to the beach. Something's happening out there"- these were the first few words that I heard when I answered my phone on that lazy Sunday morning of 26th December, 2004.

It was Ani who had called me with the news to ruin my early morning slumber. Animesh or Ani as we friends called him, lived just two blocks away from my apartment in Valmiki Nagar, Chennai; a stone throw away from the beach. I went to have a look from the balcony to make sure that a prank wasn't being played on me. But there it was - a huge crowd on its way to the beach. People on scooters, bikes, cars, bicycles - anyone and everyone was headed towards the beach.

Not to be left out and having nothing better to do, we, a group of 4-5 friends, decided to join in. So straight from the bed, unkempt, unshaved, unwashed I headed for the beach. The rest, as they say, is all history.

The scene at the beach was amazing - the coastline had receded by at least 500 meters. We went deep into the sea line.. came back .. loitered around a little , joked about the crowd .. made fun of the cop who was asking people to leave.

Having had enough of it, I decided to talk to folks back home. I called up my bro in Lucknow and he told me that there was some news about Chennai on Aaj tak and asked me to get back to my place. 'Don't worry man, I am too far away from the beach?" was my reply. By the time I finished that call I had reached the lush green area where we used to play cricket sometimes, about 500 meters from the sea. Next, I decided to talk to my sis back home. And just as I told her where I was, she too asked me to go back to my apartment. And I thought - "Here we go again".

I had hardly given my explanation that I saw a huge wave hitting the land. And when it didn’t die out even after more than 100 meters I told my sis that I would talk to her later and ended the call. As I looked up after ending the call the scene was straight out of a movie - a head high wave was 100 meters away and heading straight for me. In a matter of seconds I realized that while I was talking to my sister, all my friends had drifted away from me and had taken refuge and now I was alone in the mess. I tried to make a run for the nearest vantage point but a lady blocked my way. And then the time was up.

Fortunately for me the wave had lost a lot of its height and intensity by the time it hit me. But nevertheless, it hit me with such huge power that I went under right away. And though I tried to keep my cell phone (the latest Nokia 6600 I had just bought the last month for my birthday) above water level it went down with me. Believe it or not I was more concerned about the phone at that time then about myself. To make matters worse, while wading in the water towards the higher land I also lost my slippers in the shrubs. And though the water was only chest high I lost my footing more than a couple of times.

By the time that I reached safe land my soles were badly bruised and I had not only lost my slippers and phone but my composure and dignity as well. And as I walked towards my apartment the usual two-minute journey almost seemed like an eternity.

It wasn't till late in the day and only after learning about the wide spread devastation that I realized how lucky I was. Even after such a long time I remember the look on Raghu's face when he was frantically trying to locate me in the crowd. I still remember what my dad told me when I called him -"Don't you dare to go near the beach now?” And I will never forget all the anger, the concern and the relief in my brother's voice when he scolded me - "Didn't I tell you to go back to your place?"

My friends joked later that I should put a claim for being a tsunami victim. I replied back in the same vain that the tsunami had cost me 17750 bucks- 15700 bucks for the phone, 1000 bucks to charity and not to forget the 50 bucks for my slippers. But jokes apart, events like that do tend to leave their imprints. Whenever I look at Nokia 6600 it does remind me of that day.

People tend to react differently to dangerous situations. And the most common reaction to danger is anxiety. However, hard as it is to believe but when I saw the huge wave in front of me all I could think of was - "Oops, I am in trouble!"

But then I never said I was normal.

If Wishes were Horses

2006-04-16T01:51:00.000+05:30

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.
And if "ifs" and "ands"
Were pots and pans,
There'd be no work for tinkers!

Haven't I heard this before Mr Sidhu?

Test-Drive

2006-04-16T00:17:00.000+05:30

I was just zapping through the channels when I came across a tv report on "Changing Attitude of youngsters towards sex" and one of the points being discussed was living-in relationships. A guy commented "I don't think there is anything wrong in it. Even if you are buying a car you do go out to test-drive". Now that is an interesting analogy and I can't help but comment on it.

I know that some guys might not like the analogy coz for them.. their car is way more important than their girlfriend. So all I ask from them is a little bit of compassion and understanding. However, if somebody does have a problem kindly direct her to my address.. I would love to understand her and provide all the compassion that she needs.

Anyways I discussed the analogy with one of my friends and he said "No way man - this analogy doesn't make any sense to me at all. Even on its worst days my last car never made as much sound as my ex girlfriend did". And I respect his disagreement with the analogy coz I did ride his car on many occasions but didn't even get close to the sniffing distance of his gorgeous girlfriend.

However if you think about it, this analogy hasn't been made for the first time. How many times have I heard my friends say - "That girl is taking the poor guy out on a ride”? "Taken for a ride" - wonder where the phrase originated from?

Then there's the phrase "Car-stopping incident" that means it is a sight so unusual, people passing by in cars would stop to get a better look. This phrase doesn't make sense at all to me coz for all I know most car stopping incidents are made to happen specially at places where there can be no witnesses :) . However people do learn driving on empty roads.

I just found out the origin of "taken for a ride". It means that the person taken out never returns. The expression is of underworld origin - Anyone incurring the displeasure of a gang chief was likely to be invited by a henchman to go for a ride in the car of the latter, ostensibly to talk matters over and clear up the misunderstanding. The victim rarely returned from such a trip. Now that is one ride that would end right at the gate of heaven (or hell which seems more likely).

Now I am confused again - not as much as a child in a topless bar as Sidhu Paaji would say.. but nevertheless I am a little bit confused. The reason being very simple indeed - Have you ever seen a man posing with the car for an advertisement unless he is a celebrity. Where as if you go to any car fair like auto expo you will definitely find a good-looking female model standing right next to the Ferrari. And most of the guys like me who can't buy those cars keep gawking at the long-legged girl while those who can afford the car know that the girl is complementary with it :)

"What's the point he's trying to make?" is what most of you will be thinking by now. The rest I am sure are cursing me under their breath while at least a few will be shouting obscenities. All I am saying is that whether it is a livin-in relationship or a test-drive be cautious about accidents :)

Those who can read this line need to be complimented for not breaking their screens. If it was in my hands I would award Param-Vir Chakras to all of you. However let me end this analogy before I start getting death threats or some of you go into depression.

I can carry on with this analogy and add more misery to your life. However this piece has been a bumpy ride so far ... so lets park it here for now.

Insensitive or Stoic

2006-04-15T22:09:00.000+05:30

"Over 50 die in Meerut fair blaze" screamed the headline in The Times of India. Did it make you think? Did you try to find out if any of your friends got hurt in that accident?

Yash, the Arch in my previous project and based out of Chicago, saw the news on TV and sent a mail expressing his concern about the well being of all the team members. He hoped that we were safe and none of us had got hurt in that tragic event. However, the interesting point is that I didn't ask anyone of my friends if they were OK. The mail made me think - What has made me so insensitive? Is it everyone or only I that was behaving like that?

I guess the answer to the second question is easier than the first. Yes, it does seem that everyone around me behaved the same way that I did. Now the big question as to why is it so?

I am not an expert in this field but all I can give is an opinion. I believe that we have become so accustomed to these kinds of accidents, bomb blasts, lathi charges that there is no longer that sense of outrage over these incidents. It is only when things go over and beyond on our "Emotional Outrage Meter" that we are compelled to take some action.

Our stoic silence in the face of increasing tragic events is the biggest tragedy of our times.

Papillion

2006-04-15T20:49:00.000+05:30

Just finished reading the book "Papillon" - a true story of an extraordinary man, Henri Charriere, who was sentenced to life for a murder that he didn't commit. The novel covers his struggle to escape from prison. Now what really struck me in that whole story was the relentless spirit of the guy. Not one .. not two.. but nine attempts over a period of 11 years before the man finally attained the freedom he so much wanted... And the moment that one of his attempt to escape failed he began planning for the next one..

"Success is going from failure to failure without a loss of enthusiam"
Every one of us must have heard one or more variations of the quote above but how many of us do believe it in the true sense.. Most of the time whatever happens we assume it to be the God's wish and give up. It is all so easy to leave it on God or Destiny and so difficult to actually make it happen.

However, what Henri(or Papi as he was called) did have and most of us don’t is the 'Purpose' in our life. Of course everybody wants do well, have a successful career, great family and what not .. but is there something else missing? Sometimes I think that my life is just drifting slowly and steadily .. and I believe I am not the only one feeling like this. The thing that is lacking most of the time is the definite target and more so the passion for it. I have realized that it is easier to reach the target if you can see it from where you are. So the clearer picture you have about where you want to be.. the more likely you are to reach there. The key is to have targets that are clear and keep the focus on the target.

The other thing that is even more important in deciding whether you achieve your goal is your passion for it. The more passionate you are about the subject, the more clearer you will be about what you want to do with it. Moreover if you are passionate about the subject you don't give it up so easily. And if you keep working at it, sooner or later you will get that slice of luck that will eventually make it happen for you.

When I read the novel 'Alchemist' by Paulo Coehlo I was confused by his philosophy of "makhtub" - the whole Universe is conspiring to fulfill your dreams. "If the whole Universe is conspiring to fulfill my dreams" I thought, "How come do they never get fulfilled?" I guess I have the answer now - Only if I try hard enough will the Universe help. Before others believe in me I have to believe that I deserve what I aspire for. And before the Universe helps me I have to help myself.

Papi - thanks for teaching us to dream - A Dream to fly.

Singles or Mixed Doubles

2006-03-18T17:40:00.000+05:30

Ever since my sister got married in November last year there has been great speculation in the family circles. It is about me or my brother getting married soon. And the team behind this "Operation Mixed Doubles" (I call them Shadi Brigade) is led by none other than my great Mom. And since my brother is doing his research in Lucknow he is able to duck the questions on phone quite conveniently while I am the one who is directly in the line of fire.

The strategy that my mom employed was to pester me with questions about marriage. And she found able allies in my dad and bhabi (cousin bro's wife and neighbor). So as a matter of routine, almost daily after I reached home from office she would ask me "Son, when are you getting married?”

Now it is one thing to handle question like these once in a while and totally another to handle it day in and day out ..especially when you are tired and vulnerable. Anyways not unnerved and not to be outdone by my mom I thought about my own strategy and realized that the way my career is going on I could safely tell her that "Mom, I will get married only when I become a Senior Associate".

Now my mom and her allies are not bad strategists at all (Sometimes I wonder if I did get those genes ... but I will leave that for some other time). Showing great flexibility in their approach they replaced her daily question with the new one "Son, when are you going to become a Senior Associate?”

Now I liked this question for some days. After all who doesn't like his/her family to be growth oriented and its great that at least some one else is also concerned about your career. However soon enough I realized that it’s not great a question to hear after you have had a bad day at office. So depending on the type of day I had in office I chose any one of "I don't know", "God Knows", "Soon", "Never". But not at all disheartened by my responses, my mom and her allies kept sneaking the question into the conversation whenever they smelled any opportunity. And this is quite irksome.

So as next step one of these days I am thinking of passing on Vinay's (My Senior Manager) number to her and let the two higher authorities decide my future between them. And I am willing to bet it would be one hell of a negotiation. Although Vinay is definitely lucky that he doesn't have to deal with my granny (she passed away a couple of years back) coz she was one tough cookie and I am sure she would have settled for nothing less then a manager's job for me.

Anyways whichever way the deal is finalized I am safe coz even if they make me Senior Associate I am going to tell my mom that I always meant Senior Associate Level 2 :-).

And the latest news is that as of now I am off the hook coz my brother has thrown in the towel. He has told the rampaging Shaadi Brigade that he is willing to get married in a couple of months. So as I celebrate my freedom for some more time while the Brigade is busy with finding the match for my bro I realize that here's another one of singles who bites the dust. I do know that they will revisit my case after some time but I hope I will be ready for them. So wish me LUCK.

Note: You can say that this blog definitely had a wee bit of fiction intertwined with the facts :-)

Chennai – Friday Night Cricket

2006-03-18T13:01:00.000+05:30

What is it about Chennai? To most of the people it is just one another place. But for me the mere mention of it evokes a lot of mixed feelings. And it will always remain etched in my memory as the source of many bittersweet memories.

Now there are a lot of problems that a north Indian faces in Chennai – starting from the food to the language, the climate, the culture, the rowdy autowalas and shopkeepers – and it takes some getting used to. But this piece is not about the problems or the tsunami that nearly took me along with it ... it is about the good times that I had there and the guys who were made it happen.

So here we were about 20 guys from the same Infy Batch who moved in the locality from Bangalore and eight of them were living in the same building. And to make matters interesting most of the lot was passionate about cricket. So what did we do? We started playing cricket - not out in the open but in the Hall of the 3rd floor Apartment. We began with a plastic ball and a wooden plank (fatta) but then we moved on to tennis ball and cricket bat. We played on weekends ..especially the Friday night. We started the game at 10 in the night and were on it till 3-4 in the morning. Slowly and steadily what had started as a timepass became a passion and the Friday night cricket became a ritual. Then we even started playing on weekdays and during the day on weekends. Most of times we were struggling with cramps on Mondays. The game was always very competitive and there were tactics, tempers, frustrations, improvisations, verbal duels, rivalry, discussion about rules and lots of adrenaline and passion. And the heat of Chennai was no match for the heat of the game. Everybody developed his own style to adjust to the rules and the space constraint. There were injuries too - more often than not it was a case of a wild shot hitting someone or someone hitting himself with the bat while trying a shot. However the one injury that took the cake was Deepak getting a hairline fracture by hitting the wall with his leg in the heat of a moment.

We continued with the game for quite some time but slowly and steadily people started moving out of Chennai and the team disintegrated. But not before we had made a number of changes to the Hall - the bulbs and tube lights were broken on more than one occasion, the sofa was broken and so were the sockets, switches and pelmet, the fans had stopped working as they bore the brunt of the bat many times, the MCB was dented and more than once an electrician had to be summoned at short notice as a hit on MCB lead to tripping of the electric line - So it was in quite a mess.

Now the question is – Why didn’t anybody complain about the slam bang going on the 3rd floor of the building in the middle of the night? Part of the answer is that for most of the duration there wasn’t anybody living on the 2nd floor flat directly below the one where we played. However I have no idea why others didn’t complain. Maybe there were also enjoying themselves. And on the one occasion the person who had shifted to the 2nd floor flat complained he said “ Aawaz aa rahi hai” - My friend said “Ji” and we stopped the game :-)

Now that I am in Delhi, at times, I do miss the Friday night cricket. So this is for you guys - Anand , Himanshu, Magoo , Mallu (Deepak), Baby (Saurav) , Ramesh and all others who made the guest appearance at one time or another. Well Played!

Wat a Game!

The Beginning

2006-01-01T13:19:00.000+05:30

I always wanted to write - about what I feel and think about various things, about things that affect me.However, I have always been caught up by the Scorpio's dilemma as I call it - How much do I reveal about myself? Being a typical "Mysterious" Scorpio, I have always found hard to say things about myself. The question has not been where to start but where do I draw the line.

Anyways, here I am giving it a try. And hopefully as things go along I will figure out my boundaries as well.

So.. let’s begin the journey.