Friday, December 30, 2005

Adios 2005!!!

Today is the last day at work on 2005...

its 10 pm....many have already left...

I hope to give my blog a facelift....

Wishing you all A Very Happy New Year!!!!!

Cheers!!!!

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Euphoria.....was it???

Yesterday at about 8.00 we (our team) along with other "associates"
gathered at the cafeteria to bid farewell to 2005....

After a funny round of paper dancing where a couple had to dance in increasingly decreasing size of paper without keeping their feet outa the paper, the ppl took to the floor with so much hesitation....argghh!!!Now this is the part that i hate....
Why cant ppl simply shake their booties??? Just let go and shake shake shake!!!!

After a lota pushin and cajoling, my female teammates took to the floor...and we had a good time dancing.....

No concrete plans for new year as yet!!!

Cogitating on new year resolutions....
Not that this is the only time when we decide to do things better....
but then this is just a bahana to start constructive habits...
today is as good as anyday!!!!

"Read a book a week..

That way you'll finish 50 books per year....

Raise your bar for yourself each day" ---Sounds like a good one....


Monday, December 26, 2005

Shining and Shimmering!!!

Shayshayin at Shine n Shimmer we had a great time...dancing away...
in a damp lawn
with wonderful friends
followed by a sumptuous dinner...for which we had to stand in a loooooong queue!!!
on a supposedly cold December wintry night....that was not so cold....

The gals were drop dead gorgeous in their red and blacks...
the boys were....hmmm... kinda okay...
I was reminded of Hyd blues II --where Nagesh comments bout Indians dancing at a party!

Saw Bridget Jones- The age of Reason for the second time...
and drooled over Colin...

Saw Million dollar Babe....and towards the end started feeling like punching at the monitor
when Marianne( The protagonist)'s mother come to visit her at the hospital...

Its the story of a fighter!!!

It is veryyyy verrrry inspiring....





Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Hhmmm!!

Steve Pavlina Says :

"You may fool all your peers into thinking that you are a victim of the world, but you will not fool me.
You and I are fully responsible for what we contribute to the world, either directly or indirectly.
You can give up control, but you can never give up responsibility.
At any time you are faced with the choice between living in denial and ignoring information, or living consciously and summoning the courage to act for the highest good of all.
If you have not yet deliberately chosen the latter, then you have chosen the former. But it's never too late to change your mind."

Of Marriages!!!!

One of my teammates is just back from her honeymoon to the himachal...
Another one of them is getting married in February....
I still cant bring myself to think of it!!!
And when i do ....i think of this...

A view that i borrowed from Kahlil....

"Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?"

And he answered saying:

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.

You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.

Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another but make not a bond of love:

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.

For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together:

For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow."

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Light!!!!

Came across somethin this morning!!!

A young boy was holding a candle.
An old man asked the young boy where the light in the candle came from.
The young boy puffed the candle off and replied," First you tell me where the light went, i will then tell you where it came from "

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Outsiders who became Insiders

They are two tall, pink Irish guys with golden hair, stuck in between the traffic, with bicycles and cars and trucks surrounding them, honking their way out, in middle of Mumbai traffic, bewildering them on a hot sultry afternoon. No, they are not just another pair of European travellers searching for India in Snake charmers and along the beaches of Goa. What do they do here?
Paul and Alan are here to work for a renowned software firm just like the thousands of Indian Outsourcing professionals. I spoke to find out about their time in India and to get a glimpse of their country and culture.

Could you tell me about yourselves?

Paul : I am from the county of Limrick in Ireland. I have done my Bachelor of Sciences in Computer Systems form the University of Limrick. My hobbies include Movies and music.

Alan: I am from Dublin, the capital city of Ireland. I have a B.S in Software Engineering. I am interested in travel, theatre and golf.


Before you came to India, what did you think it would be like?

Alan : I hadn’t thought that India would be so developed in terms of Infrastructure and Services.

Paul: Yes, from the documentaries we had seen on TV, I was imagining a not so developed country.

What was your first impression of this place?

Alan : Shock! I still remember that day when we came out of the airport and were surrounded by swarms of beggars. It was shocking!

Paul: I had a tough time getting adjusted to the heat and the jetlag. We had our training in Trivandrum. I noticed that there were coconut trees everywhere.

Alan: Yeah, There was this distinct sweet smell of coconuts in the air everywhere.

Are there no beggars in Ireland?

Alan: There are…but no so many and the poorest of the poor in Ireland are not so poor.
They get their social welfare payments and housing in welfare houses. So it came as a shock.

How did you land up in an Indian software consultancy?

Alan: We received an email from our employment agency informing us of the recruitment. I was enticed by the prospect of working in another country. So I applied for the job, cleared the interview and tests and here I am.
Paul : The same is the case with me as well!

How did you find the tests and the interview?

Paul : We found them difficult, especially the quantitative section.
Alan: Yes. We found the interview tough as well as we were asked all sorts of questions regarding our computer skills.

How do you find the people of India?

Alan: Everybody is very friendly and obliging, except for the Rickshaw drivers.
Paul: Indians work very hard.

What is it that you don’t like about India?

Paul: The heat! It gets on to me. The pollution, the smells and the open drains!

Alan: I can see women involved in Manual labour. I don’t approve of that.
I don’t want to offend anyone. But I feel the poor people are simply ignored. And there is this discrimination; I don’t know if it’s the casteism, where I find the rich just totally ignore the people below their standards.

If there is something you would take home from the Indian culture, what would that be?

Alan: Their friendliness!

Paul: Yes! The way one person takes the tickets for everybody when going as a group. I was really surprised.

If there is something Indians could learn from the Irish, what would that be?

Alan: Indians work too hard! I was shocked to find people working from 9 A.M until 11- 12 in the night. People in Ireland work hard between 9 and 5, at other times, you can find them relaxing. And there is no concept of fun at work. Work is work and Fun is fun. Indians could learn to unwind from the Irish.

If you could take something with you back home, what would that be?

Alan: An Elephant.

Have you taken a ride on an elephant?

Paul: Yes, when we were in Trivandrum

How was it?

Alan: Extremely painful! But was a wonderful experience!


How does it feel when you are stared at?

Alan: I feel like I am a beautiful woman!

Tell me something about the educational system in Ireland.

Paul: We have 8 years of primary education, 5 years of secondary education after which some people attend college. Education is free in Ireland.
Alan: it is compulsory. If parents didn’t send their kids to school, they would be in serious trouble.


Did you work anywhere before other than your internships?

Alan: Yes! I used to work part time in a super market and in a bookstore for sometime when I was in school and college.

Paul: I used to work in a warehouse and a petrol station.

How did those jobs help you?

Alan: It gave us some extra bucks for pocket money.
Paul: It taught us the value of hard earned money and helped us learn discipline and timekeeping.

How do you find Indian cuisine.

Alan: Indian cuisine is not new to us. We have been to Indian restaurants in Ireland.

Paul: We have chicken kurma, chicken masala, Rice and a variety of other Indian foods.

Are there many Indians in Ireland?

Paul: There a many Indian Doctors as there is a shortage of doctors in Ireland.
And then, there are Indian students studying in Ireland.

Tell me something about your festivals and Religion.

Paul: About 90% of Irish are Roman Catholics. 7-8% are protestants and the rest are all sorts of people.
Other than the usual Christian festivals, St. Patrick’s Day is very special to the Irish. We have parades. My mother makes green and orange jelly. We wear Shamrocks on our shirts.
Alan: It’s a very important celebration when we meet up with friends and family at Pubs and parties. We eat, drink and make merry.

You go to Pubs as a family?

Alan: Yes. But the Pubs in Ireland are unlike the ones we find here. It’s more of a friendly place with no entertainment other than spontaneous sing – songs, Where we go in as a family and meet up with friends.

Paul: But these days, the traditional pubs are giving way to more modernized ( Americanized) ones with loud music and dancers. These are frequented only by the younger generation.

What are the primary occupations in Ireland?

Paul: Agriculture is the primary occupation.
Ireland is the second largest country doing outsourcing next to India. American companies outsource to Ireland as they have comparatively lower taxes than in rest of the European countries.


When is the best time of the year to visit Ireland?

Summer is the best time to visit Ireland. Summers are short and last for only two- three months: May, June and July.

What are the tourist attractions in Ireland?

There are a lot of historical monuments and castles; The Ring Fort is a must see.
The country- side is green and beautiful and just right for long rides.

What are your future- plans?

Alan: I plan to travel, earn enough to see me to a comfortable living and help me travel
On a long term, I plan to buy an apartment in Berlin and another in Italy.

Paul: I plan to travel as well. I plan to pursue my studies after year or so. We have the Mature student’s education programme where people get back to college to continue to their studies after working for a while.Thank you. Wish you all the best!

Friday, November 11, 2005

STORY TIME

This is a story that i wrote way back in 1999...

A Better Tomorrow

It was a quiet place on the outskirts of London. It was a huge Manor. There was a stone walling round the house and the Manor. A little girl was swinging in a tree a few yards away from the house. The house was single storied with roses and bougainvilleas all around it.

The scent of the flowers mixed with the air had made the occasion of a sunny day more joyous with the sound of the child’s laughter.

“Faster”, “More….!!!”, Said Marianne our little heroine to her friend George who was her classmate, friend and nearest neighbor. Marianne was six and George was seven.
Marianne had the hair of a Barbie doll. Golden hair tied into a ponytail which had beautiful curls below. She had crystal blue eyes with dense eye lashes that made it difficult for anybody to take one’s eyes off her.

George was a red haired boy with the inquisitiveness of not many boys of his age.

“Now its my turn”, said George in a rather commanding voice of a sea captain.
“But you said 50 each and only twenty five are over” said Marianne.

“I said 50 swings and not 50 to and fros together”. This was George.

“Oh George! Please let me swing for some more time”
“No Marianne. Be a lady. Keep your promise.”

Marianne with the dignity of a proud young lady but with the disappointment of a six year old climbed down. And George took over the swing.

Hardly had he swung for two minutes when he had half of his share left an unexpected shower poured down and they had to go home.

Thus our little hero’s account had a balance!

George bid bye to Marianne. Lifting his little cap, he just ran with the swiftness of a fawn. His green coat faded into the greenness of the farm.

“Marianne! Get in honey or you will catch cold”. Marianne’s mother Rosaline was calling up on her child. Marianne lifted her blue frock carefully guarding it from the puddle and caught her hat with the other hand so that it wouldn’t fly away in the wind and obeyed immediately to her mother.

“What a great child! So lovely and sweet” Thought Anna, the maid who worked for them. Rose, Marianne’s mother was a woman of thirty. She had a good stature and was a respectable lady with the elegance of a Chinese tea server in everything she did, but for her craving desire to sing. When she sat behind the piano it would be like a thousand plates being broken one by one and the sound being amplified. It was really horrible.


But thanks to Marianne and Stephen, Marianne’s younger brother, she was engaged with her children mostly and found no time to cater to her desire. She had blue eyes which had left their copies in Marianne and Stephen but had dark hair. She wore a thin pair of spectacles on her nose. She looked after the Manor and the house.

Stephen the little brother was a year old and he was as plump as a fresh tomato. There is nothing more to say about him. The only thing he spoke was “Ba Ba Ba”.

Marianne’s father Robert was a merchant. He owned a small Super Marche in the suburbs of London. He was a tall man with balding blond hair and dense moustache which gave him a rustic look. But he was all the more a fine gentleman.

The shop was frequented by many kinds of customers. All through the day, he would sit at the counter. Every now and then, he would check whether everything was going on properly.

Every afternoon, Anna would bring him his lunch to his cabin. He was very particular about timings. When it was lunch hour, it was real lunch hour during which, the shop was closed and each of the 6 employees had to be off the shelves for the next forty five minutes. He was a caring but strict employer. So everybody respected and liked him.
He would return home by eight everyday and they all would have their supper.

Anna, the housemaid was a black woman but her heart was the whitest. She was a little fat and looked fatter in her crisp cotton frock and apron.

The next day after the shower, George met Marianne at the school in the locker room. He reminded her of his “balance”. She agreed to clear her “debt” that evening.

The tree that George and Marianne swung under was a huge acorn tree. It was surrounded by other trees also. Rosaline, Marianne’s mother was passionate about the trees because, they carried for her, her thoughts about childhood. She grew up with them. It was where she played hide and seek and swung a hundred thousand times.

Whenever she felt upset, she would go to the place surrounded by trees. It was to her like a mother’s lap. The fresh air filled with life giving gas made her feel fresh and she relished the refreshing feeling.

She liked even the skeletal bare trees in winter, because she believed that those bare trees sprouting again in spring represented to her something. And that something is this!

A bare tree does not indicate that the tree is dead. It is just in slumber! Similarly whenever she was upset she would think of the trees and say to herself, “A day of despair indicates that I am getting stronger and not that I am gonna be doomed!”

Among those group of trees, there were two trees that were planted by Robert. Those two particular trees bore on them “Rubies” as Robert liked to call them. They were apple trees and Robert held great pride for having looked after those saplings to become a tree.

To Anna, after a hot afternoon in the kitchen, sometime with the trees and birds had become a routine.

And to our little Stephen, it was a haven to play chasing butterflies, birds and caterpillars.

George was looking forward to get his share of swinging. George liked very much to swing. He especially liked to feel one with the air.

In the evening, he washed up and had his “lupper”. That is how he called his teatime snack. He wondered why people who invented the term “Brunch” hadn’t thought of “Lupper”. After his lupper he drove on his bike to the tree haven.

As he hummed his favourite song, cycling, he was suddenly taken aback when he realized what he saw. What had been a haven yesterday had become nothing but a flat land. He was deeply disappointed. Marianne who had just returned from school was shocked too. Everyone was shocked. Anna had to stay at the SuperMarche from Morning as they were cleaning up at the shop and she had to help them. Rose, too had left to town to do some shopping that morning.

The land where the trees grew did not actually belong to Rosaline and Robert. It had long been barren and so Rose’s mother had sown in life. The new owner had chopped them off to build his dream factory there. But that had chopped the dreams in many people’s hearts.

Poor Georgie was deeply disappointed…Though Marianne promised to swing him in the swing at school, to him , it would never be the same.

The Green fields and the mountains moving to and fro would not match the concrete building moving when he was on the swing he thought.

Rose’s eyes became clouded when she saw the treeless garden. She went inside the house and cried in solitude. She had lost her mother’s lap!

Robert felt crushed like an apple in a cider bin when he saw that his pride had disappeared in the air.

Only short stubs were left behind on the land. Anna too felt very bad.

Even little Stephen felt glum and sultry with no usual tender evening breeze.

Rosaline went there at night. Now who would rouse her from despair? She had become desperate beyond desperation. She was weeping silently in the moonlight. Robert could see her from the window of his study. He could do nothing to console her because he himself was deeply disturbed.

Rosaline knelt down and kissed the trees good bye when her hands struck something! A new ray of hope!

She felt hopeful again. She lifted what her hands had touched. There were so many of them. She lifted them all with a feverish excitement. She became gay and was looking for them in the dim moonlight. She could lay her hands on only some of them at night. She carefully brought them home.

On seeing them, Robert’s face was lit up too. They were all seedlings that had sprouted from the fallen fruits in the recent showers.

Early next morning, Robert picked more of them. Together Robert and Rose planted them in their own manor.

George came that morning to borrow their axe. He took home some of the saplings too. The spirits of the dead trees were thanking Rose, Robert, George and others who were helping them survive.

Five years hence.

“Now its my turn”, said Stephen to George.

Rosaline and Robert came home after an exhausted afternoon. Anna had prepared tea and set the tables near where the boys were swinging.

At once, a flash of smile spread across their faces erasing the weariness off their day.
The pleasant breeze carrying with it the fragrance of roses and lilies wafted by and it was reassuring.

They will certainly leave a better place for their children! How about you?

Monday, August 15, 2005

Am a confirmed employee now!!!

Long time!!!

:) feels funny when i look back on those few months

I have got a raise of 6K bucks after working in a s/w cmpy for 12 months and
after working effectively for 5 months.

They have this funda about curve fitting where during performance appraisal, there should be
ppl with performances distributed in the form of a normal curve

I had on a few occasions questioned my PL in a not so nice manner, which he deserved and
he has in turn given me an appraisal that i deserve....

have a very funny feeling about the whole affair....

Sri vidhya is going to Belgium to pursue higher studies.

Following was one of my musings with her...

>>How much greatness is Great?>I am confused?>I fail to admit that i am mediocre even when my face is buried in the>dirt!>I definitely agree with you that its very difficult for me to appreciate>the little accomplishments of my peers!>I seem to appreciate peers if it doesnt coincide in any way with my area>of growth....the moment it does, my limbic brain takes over>and i react as if i react to competition. Sometimes i realise, that my>feelin of withholding of realization of someone else's hardwork or talent>is futile.>And i acknowledge it.>But true appreciation and admiration comes for those who are what they>because they are what they are......>I mean to say.....a tree gives its fragrance because that is its inherent>property...>and it gives alike to a beggar, to a maharaja....>and it still is fragrant when no one is around.>>And when i see THAT thing similar to the fragrance of a tree, that kind of>talent , that kind of Goodness, that kind of spontaneous positive energy>in any direction,>I can bow a hundred times.....because it is totally independent of my>existence>But still on a lighter note>It just requires a little reprogramming here and there and a little>training......>My brain can be reprogrammed to appreciate the little breakthroughs my>fellas make!>>I agree with you shree.....i will make an effort not to restrict myself> from acknowledging the effort taken by ma fellas....>


I simply love her....i miss her so much at times...

Saturday, July 09, 2005

MY TREK TO LOHAGAD

The bus left Mumbai leaving my friend who managed to get me a pass behind.
He who had received passes for some of his friends, to his dismay realized minutes before the buses left that his own pass was missing…
I felt bad…but then the buses made a move…After some unsuccessful rounds of Anthakshari, and some two hours of traveling, we reached Lohagad.
My friends, Miss R, Mr. R, Miss. J and Miss M and Mr & Mrs. G were there along with two hundred and odd associates…and so the trek began..

As soon as I got off the bus, there was a tree with a bunch of blue flowers welcoming us….There were a couple of waterfalls …we started our ascent, saving the waterfalls for our trip down… The weather was absolutely fantastic, with the sun nowhere to be seen and breeze dancing on my hairs…The hills all around were majestic…I felt so puny in their presence…the hike at first seemed like a cake walk as the slope wasn’t very steep…
After half hour of trekking, we started encountering small brooks.

I sat down on one of the rocks in the middle of a brook…The gurgling of the water running through the brook reminded me of incessant chatter of a little girl …it wasn’t making any sense to me…the sound of the running brook…but I enjoyed listening to it…There was water flowing to the right of me, to the left of me …and at some distance from me…how they all had different sounds, just like ppl…the water at my side was light and gay and the water falling at a distance, sounded somber and grim…I could hear the distant sparrow adding in to the symphony that the nature was playing…even the winds weren’t quiet…they were blowing intooo my ears…trying to reach to me through all my open senses…I put my fingers into the water…and lo, a chill passed through my spine…I felt as if it was a brief moment of rebirth…I washed my face in the running waters and felt alive…


The winds started blowing stronger…I wished then…that for a brief moment that I were a bird…or at least a butterfly or a bumble bee…so that I could fly…All around me, I could see one hundred(or more?) shades of green…there were ferns, cacti, huge trees, bare trunks, trees with thorns, three laden with green berries, violet colored berries, beautiful blades of grass…shivering as the breeze played on them…
There was particular plant that had heart shaped leaves and had hairs too minute to see, but you cannot, NOT feel it , when you touch it…that should help prevent excess loss of moisture…

There they were, fresh and shiny, washed by the mountain rains. To my eager eyes, they seemed like a maiden who just stepped out of the shower…but to my overwhelm, there was not just one maiden, but beauty every where my eyes could turn…
So much that I didn’t want to talk to my friends, I didn’t want to do anything at all…but sit there and spend the rest of my life trying to register the beauty of the moment…

Half way through the journey, I had fresh mountain lemonade…after a sip I felt like drinking a barrel of it, but had to be content with a glass of lemonade as I had to take care that I couldn’t attend to nature’s call in the wild…

The slow moving clouds that veiled the brides, the mountain tops, who peeped out of the veils, once every now, for a brief moment and then hid behind the soft moving white mass of mist made my heart flutter.

Hhhhmm, then they came, first there was one…and lo there was a second one, and then two more…with pinkish ears and a mischievous look in their eyes, came the ruffians, in groups. We were informed in advance of these particular inhabitants, who snatch bags and caps and food from visitors…one of them had the imperiousness to open a fellow trekkers bag and rummage through it for food… They looked cute, but from a distance. Yes, the monkeys were a source of fear and constant vigil, for no one wanted to be scratched or bitten by one.

Once atop, just before the main entrance to the fort, there is a place from where one can get a spectacular view of the ground beneath our feet…of the buffalos the size of a pebble, of pastures and neatly sectored agricultural lands, of a lonely farmer working in the field, standing out from the rest of the landscape by the bright orange rain cover he was wearing, the black swallows that flew by us (they seem to be capable of living at such heights), a huge silver water body that must be some lake…

The fort is made of rocks, huge black boulders covered with moss and grass, that had grown because of the water trickling down them since the monsoon began.
As I entered the fort, I felt haunted by the many soldiers’ souls that might have spent their entire lifetime guarding the fort…keeping a constant vigil, spending days and nights in that fort atop the hill…

There was temple of Shivling with a statue of Nandhi, strangely, there was a real life Nandhi(bull) standing right next to the Statue of God Nandhi.

I sat on a huge rock on the top and for a moment tried to realize what it would have felt like, to be Chatrapathi Shivaji, the emperor who built that fort…

I felt so powerful, sitting on that rock and looking at the world below…the fantasy was great…I was filled with this temptation to jump off the cliff…I imagined what would happen if I did, how long would I feel the pain of broken bones and crushed ribs?
And then what??? Will I get lost into Nothingness?

Boy, at that moment, I felt glad I was alive…that I could see, sense, feel, hear…that I was alive in the liveliest sense of the word…

Within moments of strong breeze, I was surrounded by fog. For a moment, I thought this is what Heaven must look like…Then it started to rain and the rains cleared the fog…
It was a brief drama that Nature had staged…I was standing by a water collecting pit, when it rained…the rain drops created a myriad patterns in the pit as they reached their destination from the sky.

I met an interesting crab, a shiny snail and hold it…..
On my way back, I witnessed a slithering sinewy snake, about a meter long, an inch thick, black and white striped passing right before my legs, in a jiffy, in a flash…it got me too excited. I was jumping up and down shouting “ I saw a snake! I saw a snake”

Mr. R and Miss R were coming behind me…
Mr. R caught a glimpse of the snake…Miss R just missed it…

On my trek down, I saw a local mom with her two daughters followed by their dog. One of them was carrying something on her head. The other was too small and had a dirty but beautiful face. The mom caught my attention and so did I. She smiled and so did I. I felt I knew her since a long time…It was a brief moment…

On our way down, we wet our feet in one of the waterfalls, had corn cobs and dozed off in the bus.

So it was….my trip to Lohagad!

Thursday, July 07, 2005

I ended up doin the things marked in green....I have given up the idea of trying to learn LEX and YACC coz Mr. R has said he'd help out with the script...

I was in by 7 am today and its 9 am now....got very little work done....i get carried away browsing the internet... one link takes me to another and then to another....and before i realise i have spent an hour over nothing worthwhile for the moment....

I am going on a trek to Lohagad tomorrow...I wish i could carry a camera with me......Lemme check out if i can rent a camera...



Wanna look at my to do list?
1.Talk to Mr.G reg Green belt proj and upload your R0
2. Learn LEX and YACC so that you can do your proj
3. Work on your change request.
4. Apply for leave
5. Talk to Harpreet reg CAT exam test series.
6. Prepare checklist for documentation so that you dont keep repeating the same errors.
7. Write to Pedabba
8. Blog---start doing it...Its somethin you've always wanted to do....but didnt have the discipline to do
9. Get your form 16

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

My work.......

Wanna look at my to do list?

1.Talk to Mr.G reg Green belt proj and upload your R0

2. Learn LEX and YACC so that you can do your proj

3. Work on your change request.

4. Apply for leave

5. Talk to Harpreet reg CAT exam test series.

6. Prepare checklist for documentation so that you dont keep repeating the same errors.

7. Write to Pedabba

8. Blog---start doing it...Its somethin you've always wanted to do....but didnt have the discipline to do

9. Get your form 16

10. Apply for leave in August.

Lemme do a reality check on how much i finish by the end of day today!!!!

Friday, July 01, 2005

Second day at bloggin!!!

This is me!!!

I am a child
Looking at the sky
Wishing for the stars
I’ve built a fortress
From the big bad world
Sometimes I realize
I am a prisoner of my own fortress
I hate living life by default
I hate to be just another face in the crowd
I respect Intellect and Integrity
And Honesty and Sincerity
I lack definiteness of purpose
Which makes my life an exercise
Sometimes I feel like
A dog chasing its tail
Going in circles
Reaching nowhere
Imtiaz Darker says it for me,
“When I began
It was a simpler world
Things perhaps
Got out of hand”
I love the toothless smile of babies
And the crisscrosses on the faces of oldies
Most of the times, I am a mirror
Reflecting the humour of people around me
Most of the times I am foolhardy
As I hate to exercise my grey cells
Onto making carefully evaluated decisions
I am impulsive and act on gut feelings.
I am scared when people call me their friend
I don’t want to feel obligated
I try not to expect anything from anybody
I know one cannot be totally independent
And that interdependence is the norm of existence
But somehow, sometimes,
I hate to give...I hate to take…
I try to be the person I am expected to be
And in the process
End up forgetting what “I” want to be
I hate to acknowledge poverty and crime
I wouldn’t want to hurt anybody
And I like to believe everyone is like me
I am stubborn. I am headstrong.
I don’t think friendships are made
I believe friendships happen
I don’t believe one should work towards a relationship.
If a relationship was worth it,
Things would fall in place.
The mere act of putting an effort spoils a relationship.
I like walking in the rain.
I like the shivering tendril.
I like watching people from a distance
I admire people who try to stretch
Their limits of endurance
I am not afraid of falling…
So I jump every time I get an opportunity to
I am a poor conversationalist
I tell myself, ”The frequencies just don’t match”
I let you in on a secret.
Its very easy to make me laugh and smile…
Just laugh and smile
I get lost in the world of books, of thoughts
Un spoilt like the virgin beaches
I believe people who cannot afford it
Should not have children
I love animals and plants
I believe they have distinct personalities
I try to advocate environment friendliness
I love to kick my shoes in the air
Or tap my fingers
To music classical and contemporary
I love those moments of
Torrential laughter with friends
I love my solitude
My space

I live in my head, Mosta the times
My head is in the clouds and
My feet, above the ground.
I believe most of my blocks
Are between my ears

I was telling my friend,
“I am not a techie thing,
I am not a management thing,
I am not an intelligent thing
I am not a logics thing”

He said,” You are a CONFUSED THING”

First day First show

do i just say a hi?
do i philosophize?
do i ponder?
do i crib?
do i let the thoughts run thru my fingers?
is this another one of my futile efforts to blog?
do i have the commitment?
am i writing this for someone else
or is it just for myself?
am i gonna be honest?
or selectively share life as i see it????

i have started it
i havent decided on nethin, i have started.........
hope the blog takes a form this time..
there are thousands of bloggers
what will make me different?
will i be ever read?
do i write to be read?