I don't remember who is this inspiration for these lines. I don't remember where I wrote this nor I do remember why I wrote this but I believe it is worth reading....
There was a moment, a moment where
Heaven is where I felt in my heart.
The moment when your head slid
looking by the side of my shoulder
I thought you saw something yonder
Yonder beyond my head out there
Then I was lost in trance.
and I tried to see my eyes,
my eyes in yours. The me in you.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........
Another one from the long la(o)st Diary:
In those moments that we spent together,
you wrote a hundred words through your
actions in my heart
and a million through your eyes in my heart.
In those moments that we spent together,
you wrote a hundred words through your
actions in my heart
and a million through your eyes in my heart.
On the D I A R Y......
These lines were found in my diary which was written 7 years ago.
Of all the languages that I speak and I would
the one that I fail is
the LANGUAGE OF YOUR EYES!
Today when I write it sounds too childish and immature to me but....
Of all the languages that I speak and I would
the one that I fail is
the LANGUAGE OF YOUR EYES!
Today when I write it sounds too childish and immature to me but....
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Across the window on a lonely road....
The crux of the following lines came when I was on the bus from Ichchapuram to Vizag today early morning with a DRDO Scientist from Balasore (so called I don't know but he did show me his ID Card) and he was going home in Kerala for an extended holiday and also to bring his family to Balasore. The problem was he had booked a ticket in East Coast express and the train got cancelled due to bandh in Kolkatta and he had lost one day of his 21 day holiday.
Across the window on a lonely dusted road,
I sit and silently ponder over the million
dreams that I have had. For what moves
outside moves but still my mind inside is stilled
in silence. For I don't know whether
Am I to dream of the life that am gonna live
with you or Am I to cry for the day I lost without you.
Across the window on a lonely dusted road,
I sit and silently ponder over the million
dreams that I have had. For what moves
outside moves but still my mind inside is stilled
in silence. For I don't know whether
Am I to dream of the life that am gonna live
with you or Am I to cry for the day I lost without you.
Carnatic Music & Me!
Carnatic Music & Me:
This was another blog long pending for a long time. I wanted to write more about my most favourite music and Idols for a long time and I mostly wanna write about my most favourite rocker of all time. Kurt Cobain. Kurt Cobain was someone who took me away from these boybands and sick songs to something hard. Thanks to Arun who introduced me to nirvana and guns n roses. But slowly I moved out of nirvana and gnr to metallica and other bands. I still love metallica and according to me its the most complete band of all time. Each time I go out of station I make it a opint to listen to Wherever I may roam and turn the page. Kind of has become a habit.
Coming back to the topic this was inspired by a topic in orkut on why carnatic music. Well CArnatic music is soemthing that is born with my family. My dad is a very good critic, listener, exponent and blah blah blah and my mom's having a kind of PG in carnatic music with ancillary veena.
Because of the sustained pressure from various quarters including my maternal grandfather who ran around the state like a man possessed I joined Mirudangam class with one Kumbakonam Ganesan with a fees of Rs. 30 / month. I still vividly remember those Thaa, Thee, Thom and Nam which evoked moer interest from my brother than me. Finally after one year of classes my master got fed up with my antics without mirudangam than with and got Rupees One Thousand Five Hundred and ran away without any notice. We met him again after some seven years adn my brother had aptly named him Odi Pona Mirudanga Vaathiyaar.
Then I tried my hand not in Mirudangam again but in Flute. Somehow those days I was so fascinated by the Corrs where one lady used to play the flute and so I decided to find someoen who will teach me flute and this was for hobby only. But the lady who was so inspired by my interest said she is going to US to be with her daughter and son and will be back in 3 months. She never came back sadly and I had sent her to heaven or hell from US. That was it I never tried again my hand in music.
Music is something that helps when I go on road which is invariably what I do often. In case i travel by bus I make sure I go in video coach bus and nothing else. No movie on bus would make me kind of sick.
The carnatic music is one form which I kind of despise on the whole earth. I get mad but sadly this is what I get to hear more when I go with dad. This sends me to sleep and worse is I have to pretend like I do enjoy it which is kind of at times impossible.
Still I like the following songs:
a) Ksheera sagara song by Yesudas and mom this was kind of the thaalaatu song by mom when I was young. Even today this song sends me to sentimental tears.
b) Suhasrudha Mrudanga Thaalamu same way.
c) Kurai Ondrum Illai by MS and mom again.
For me carnatic music is kind of soemthing revolves around MOM and MOM only. If there is one person whom am gonna listen singing carnatic music it is mom only. Other than that every carnatic musician has the tenacious ability to send everyone if not me alone to S L E E P.
This was another blog long pending for a long time. I wanted to write more about my most favourite music and Idols for a long time and I mostly wanna write about my most favourite rocker of all time. Kurt Cobain. Kurt Cobain was someone who took me away from these boybands and sick songs to something hard. Thanks to Arun who introduced me to nirvana and guns n roses. But slowly I moved out of nirvana and gnr to metallica and other bands. I still love metallica and according to me its the most complete band of all time. Each time I go out of station I make it a opint to listen to Wherever I may roam and turn the page. Kind of has become a habit.
Coming back to the topic this was inspired by a topic in orkut on why carnatic music. Well CArnatic music is soemthing that is born with my family. My dad is a very good critic, listener, exponent and blah blah blah and my mom's having a kind of PG in carnatic music with ancillary veena.
Because of the sustained pressure from various quarters including my maternal grandfather who ran around the state like a man possessed I joined Mirudangam class with one Kumbakonam Ganesan with a fees of Rs. 30 / month. I still vividly remember those Thaa, Thee, Thom and Nam which evoked moer interest from my brother than me. Finally after one year of classes my master got fed up with my antics without mirudangam than with and got Rupees One Thousand Five Hundred and ran away without any notice. We met him again after some seven years adn my brother had aptly named him Odi Pona Mirudanga Vaathiyaar.
Then I tried my hand not in Mirudangam again but in Flute. Somehow those days I was so fascinated by the Corrs where one lady used to play the flute and so I decided to find someoen who will teach me flute and this was for hobby only. But the lady who was so inspired by my interest said she is going to US to be with her daughter and son and will be back in 3 months. She never came back sadly and I had sent her to heaven or hell from US. That was it I never tried again my hand in music.
Music is something that helps when I go on road which is invariably what I do often. In case i travel by bus I make sure I go in video coach bus and nothing else. No movie on bus would make me kind of sick.
The carnatic music is one form which I kind of despise on the whole earth. I get mad but sadly this is what I get to hear more when I go with dad. This sends me to sleep and worse is I have to pretend like I do enjoy it which is kind of at times impossible.
Still I like the following songs:
a) Ksheera sagara song by Yesudas and mom this was kind of the thaalaatu song by mom when I was young. Even today this song sends me to sentimental tears.
b) Suhasrudha Mrudanga Thaalamu same way.
c) Kurai Ondrum Illai by MS and mom again.
For me carnatic music is kind of soemthing revolves around MOM and MOM only. If there is one person whom am gonna listen singing carnatic music it is mom only. Other than that every carnatic musician has the tenacious ability to send everyone if not me alone to S L E E P.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
To that cute girl with innocence on the bus stand....
This one was on my mind for sometime. It was like a friend of mine reports an incident that happened to her. This kind of incident is not an isolated incident and happens to many girls every day. This girl was standing rather waiting for her bus to come in a bus stand when a guy commented on her attire. Perverted @#$!%@^*. I don't wanna mouth my feeling here openly.
I have been travelling by public transport ever since I started thinking or in reality my parents had this feeling of sending me n bro to schools atleast 10 kms away from house which means pallavan transport corporation and later days metropolitan transport corporation has become an indispensible part of our daily school and college life. These kind of incidents have also become an indispensible part of my life. It was in my later teens and early twenties that I really started looking at these kind of incidents. No personal aim or anything but these incidents are widely noticeable.
I don't know why but there are many times when women in public are taken for a ride. Most of these start with the movies where heroines are not only shown as glamour dolls but also falling for the hero who most of the time would begin with ridiculing her. Whereas in reality the truth is how many girls would fall for a guy who ridicules her unnecessarily? In this particular incident my friend was left in self doubt for various reasons. Whereas I would have been happy had my friend had the guts to alteast shot at him some unwritable vocabs to begin with.
There is one story which I had often heard and would often relate with friends. Once a guy was chasing a monkey and the monkey climbed up the tree. The guy followed it up and he also climbed the tree. The monkey sensing the danger went on top of the tree and there was no way it can go beyond that. The guy chased it and he also reached the next top branch and that is where a bizaree thing happened. The monkey driven to its wits end pissed on the guy and pounced on him. Startled by this unexpected move the guy fell down and broke his crown like in Jack and Jill nursery rhyme.
Many men who behave like this in public are more happy to do this because they are not retorted back. Sadly I have not seen many women too cooperate or atleast help the wounded person to give a lesson or two. Many are quite happy to stand and watch as if these incidents are really having nothing to do with them. Some even goto the extent of asking the person to forget and move on. Shame on the people having these kind of attitude. It makes me remember a very brave person whom I used to see in the bus stand near our office around 8 30 Pm every day. This lady who looks really pretty is known for her fearlessness according to me but the same force had given her another name Bajaari or some kind of third rate person in the near by shops. As far as I know I respect her brave heart and I have seen her slap guys and twice even hit them with slippers.
Just a piece of my mind for those who read this it is always nice if you are able to give a piece of your mind or two the guy or men who does these kind of things. A hard word or two would always startle the person making him move out of the place. Usually this would do and I personally believe it is not wrong to mouth a couple of words or atleast some kind of representation to show him where he stands.
Secondly the 100 to 103 are all free calls from any mobile network in any area and this can be used to a good extent by any person to atleast warn the culprits if not catch them.
Its also good if some kind of precautionary steps can be taken like self protecting techniques or essentials of martial arts are known for every person. If not have soemthing in your bag or hand to save you. In many ways our personal security can be easily managed by ourselves and we need not be depending on a third factor for this. Just a bit of extra effort will make a big difference.
I have been travelling by public transport ever since I started thinking or in reality my parents had this feeling of sending me n bro to schools atleast 10 kms away from house which means pallavan transport corporation and later days metropolitan transport corporation has become an indispensible part of our daily school and college life. These kind of incidents have also become an indispensible part of my life. It was in my later teens and early twenties that I really started looking at these kind of incidents. No personal aim or anything but these incidents are widely noticeable.
I don't know why but there are many times when women in public are taken for a ride. Most of these start with the movies where heroines are not only shown as glamour dolls but also falling for the hero who most of the time would begin with ridiculing her. Whereas in reality the truth is how many girls would fall for a guy who ridicules her unnecessarily? In this particular incident my friend was left in self doubt for various reasons. Whereas I would have been happy had my friend had the guts to alteast shot at him some unwritable vocabs to begin with.
There is one story which I had often heard and would often relate with friends. Once a guy was chasing a monkey and the monkey climbed up the tree. The guy followed it up and he also climbed the tree. The monkey sensing the danger went on top of the tree and there was no way it can go beyond that. The guy chased it and he also reached the next top branch and that is where a bizaree thing happened. The monkey driven to its wits end pissed on the guy and pounced on him. Startled by this unexpected move the guy fell down and broke his crown like in Jack and Jill nursery rhyme.
Many men who behave like this in public are more happy to do this because they are not retorted back. Sadly I have not seen many women too cooperate or atleast help the wounded person to give a lesson or two. Many are quite happy to stand and watch as if these incidents are really having nothing to do with them. Some even goto the extent of asking the person to forget and move on. Shame on the people having these kind of attitude. It makes me remember a very brave person whom I used to see in the bus stand near our office around 8 30 Pm every day. This lady who looks really pretty is known for her fearlessness according to me but the same force had given her another name Bajaari or some kind of third rate person in the near by shops. As far as I know I respect her brave heart and I have seen her slap guys and twice even hit them with slippers.
Just a piece of my mind for those who read this it is always nice if you are able to give a piece of your mind or two the guy or men who does these kind of things. A hard word or two would always startle the person making him move out of the place. Usually this would do and I personally believe it is not wrong to mouth a couple of words or atleast some kind of representation to show him where he stands.
Secondly the 100 to 103 are all free calls from any mobile network in any area and this can be used to a good extent by any person to atleast warn the culprits if not catch them.
Its also good if some kind of precautionary steps can be taken like self protecting techniques or essentials of martial arts are known for every person. If not have soemthing in your bag or hand to save you. In many ways our personal security can be easily managed by ourselves and we need not be depending on a third factor for this. Just a bit of extra effort will make a big difference.
Friday, March 09, 2007
S M I L E
These lines were written for my cousin when he wanted to propose to a girl in the bus. I remember vividly those days when we would travel in the bus and the girl would keep on staring(looking ;) ) at him sitting in the back side. They both are now married for two years.
Its just a small curve that makes a smile
Its just your small curve that stole my heart away.
I would not call the above lines my own but an inspiration from something which I read somewhere someday but I don't remember.
Its just a small curve that makes a smile
Its just your small curve that stole my heart away.
I would not call the above lines my own but an inspiration from something which I read somewhere someday but I don't remember.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
The moon the sky and me..........
This is a very short and sweet lines which I wrote when I sat on the beach. Sadly I never had had such a situation in life to say I wrote this for this girl or this lady or this woman.
The first moments I spent with you were
the first moments I learnt not to count the
stars in the sky, They were so vibrant that I
failed to remember I had a mind. It would
have been better had I talked to you my love
but then I was lost in the magic of your eyes
I was lost in the magic of you.
Comments are welcome ont his.
The first moments I spent with you were
the first moments I learnt not to count the
stars in the sky, They were so vibrant that I
failed to remember I had a mind. It would
have been better had I talked to you my love
but then I was lost in the magic of your eyes
I was lost in the magic of you.
Comments are welcome ont his.
F A C E S...
This is the second time I am gonna post about faces. Any place you travel there are few places in and around that town or village where you can see faces. Each having their own myriad thoughts, aims, ideas and requirements. Whenever I get a chance I goto bus stands and railway stations of any particular town and would sit there for hours. There are times when I would reach the airport a bit early to observe people. These faces speak many an unspoken languages and many an unheard of stories.
This particular incident happened when I travelled from Hyderabad to Chennai sometime in december. Usually the Hyd Chennai buses are always full and like the usual day I had to somehow get back to Chennai the next day so I went around Paradise searching for a ticket. After a lot of search I found one ticket charged 50% more than the usual price of 675 bucks. Its fine I gonna goto Chennai after a week and so I got the ticket.
Time is 9 and I paid the room bill with what is left over of my card and took an auto to the fire station near paradise under one flyover. I waited for Bharati bus to come and a man befriended me. The first word he asked was like when will the Bharathi bus come? I replied it usually comes around 21:45 Hours and it woudl come the same time. I lit a cigarette and offered him one which he after soem doubts took. From the way he spoke I could make out that the guy si a brahmin and he introduced his name to be Rajesh and he is employed in a BPO. I was wondering like any techie and then self introduced and said am a granite exporter and I had been there to inspect some materials. He then asked me do I come regularly by this bus and my answer was yes I invariably travel atleast twice if not thrice in a week by the same Bharathi bus(except twice when I travelled by APSRTC). Then the bus came and he was stunned to see I knew the driver to attender well. Within a short span of time Rajesh and I become good friends and we started talking about each other. Like me he also had a comp.sci background and like me he also wanted to be a software engineer and then he called someone from his mobile and blurted he would be in Koyambedu by morning and would put some money in some HDFC Bank and meet that person. I was not keen to know because they started playing my fav movie Athadu and I was deeply engrossed in the movie while the bus went around the whole of Hyd for pickup and parcels.
The bus finally started moving and the phone conversations become a regular thing and I could sense that the guy had planned to elope with his girl fearing something from the parents. I got engrossed on the movie and sipped what was left of my coke pet and my mind wandered away from Rajesh and got etched on Trisha and Mahesh Babu. The bus moved on and on and on....
It was around 12 when Rajesh started talking with me again this time with a deep wounded voice which at beginning I could not make out what it meant. Slowly he started opening up his heart to me in a way a stranger would open on a journey. He first was telling about his dad's work in Railways, his elder and younger sister and his mom's working in some bank near Red Hills. He was telling me about his college life and how he enjoyed and all. Finally after all these he started about Vidhya. Vidhya is his lady love, dream girl etc. He started telling me that Vidhay was his collegemate and they travelled on the same bus between home and college. That there was some problem and he is going to Chennai for just meeting her and giving her some money and will return to Hyd the same day evening and this trip was private. I whistled silently to myself thinking oh ya life is racy here.
There is one thing which I vividly remember Rajesh telling that the girl would wait for him in Koyambedu bus stand. But thigns become a catastrophe as the bus reached Nellore around 5 in the morning. First was his dad's call asking him where Rajesh is and why he didn't tell them about his trip to home. The second call was the girl's which I will never know what transpired and the third was from a friend who has blurted out all the truths. Rajesh who was full of confidence the whole night become a broken man in the space of 5 minutes. I consoled him to an extent telling hey life would be alright and don't you worry. He was shouting at his friend for telling the truth to his parents. For the next two and half hours I was with him I tried to bring him back to normalcy. He was asking again and again in silent tears how he could meet Vidhya and explain the situation. His dad constantly called and asked him where he was and so he alighted at Red Hills.
The bus for me moved on. I wanted to have his number and keep in touch with him when I goto Hyderabad again. But something in me stopped short of asking and I let him go. The bus moved on for another one hour before I got down in Koyambedu Bus Depot. Finally it hit me am going home. I slowly pulled my bag and went to the nearest tea shop and bought a cigarette and water pack. I then washed my face and slowly lit the cigarette. As smoke slowly got lost in the sky I searched around for one young girl with searching eyes and found none. I don't know what happened to them after that and nor I really care much on what would have happened. I called auto and said Nanganallur poganum......am going home and I went home a content man for being a very close but stranger for a person on need.
This particular incident happened when I travelled from Hyderabad to Chennai sometime in december. Usually the Hyd Chennai buses are always full and like the usual day I had to somehow get back to Chennai the next day so I went around Paradise searching for a ticket. After a lot of search I found one ticket charged 50% more than the usual price of 675 bucks. Its fine I gonna goto Chennai after a week and so I got the ticket.
Time is 9 and I paid the room bill with what is left over of my card and took an auto to the fire station near paradise under one flyover. I waited for Bharati bus to come and a man befriended me. The first word he asked was like when will the Bharathi bus come? I replied it usually comes around 21:45 Hours and it woudl come the same time. I lit a cigarette and offered him one which he after soem doubts took. From the way he spoke I could make out that the guy si a brahmin and he introduced his name to be Rajesh and he is employed in a BPO. I was wondering like any techie and then self introduced and said am a granite exporter and I had been there to inspect some materials. He then asked me do I come regularly by this bus and my answer was yes I invariably travel atleast twice if not thrice in a week by the same Bharathi bus(except twice when I travelled by APSRTC). Then the bus came and he was stunned to see I knew the driver to attender well. Within a short span of time Rajesh and I become good friends and we started talking about each other. Like me he also had a comp.sci background and like me he also wanted to be a software engineer and then he called someone from his mobile and blurted he would be in Koyambedu by morning and would put some money in some HDFC Bank and meet that person. I was not keen to know because they started playing my fav movie Athadu and I was deeply engrossed in the movie while the bus went around the whole of Hyd for pickup and parcels.
The bus finally started moving and the phone conversations become a regular thing and I could sense that the guy had planned to elope with his girl fearing something from the parents. I got engrossed on the movie and sipped what was left of my coke pet and my mind wandered away from Rajesh and got etched on Trisha and Mahesh Babu. The bus moved on and on and on....
It was around 12 when Rajesh started talking with me again this time with a deep wounded voice which at beginning I could not make out what it meant. Slowly he started opening up his heart to me in a way a stranger would open on a journey. He first was telling about his dad's work in Railways, his elder and younger sister and his mom's working in some bank near Red Hills. He was telling me about his college life and how he enjoyed and all. Finally after all these he started about Vidhya. Vidhya is his lady love, dream girl etc. He started telling me that Vidhay was his collegemate and they travelled on the same bus between home and college. That there was some problem and he is going to Chennai for just meeting her and giving her some money and will return to Hyd the same day evening and this trip was private. I whistled silently to myself thinking oh ya life is racy here.
There is one thing which I vividly remember Rajesh telling that the girl would wait for him in Koyambedu bus stand. But thigns become a catastrophe as the bus reached Nellore around 5 in the morning. First was his dad's call asking him where Rajesh is and why he didn't tell them about his trip to home. The second call was the girl's which I will never know what transpired and the third was from a friend who has blurted out all the truths. Rajesh who was full of confidence the whole night become a broken man in the space of 5 minutes. I consoled him to an extent telling hey life would be alright and don't you worry. He was shouting at his friend for telling the truth to his parents. For the next two and half hours I was with him I tried to bring him back to normalcy. He was asking again and again in silent tears how he could meet Vidhya and explain the situation. His dad constantly called and asked him where he was and so he alighted at Red Hills.
The bus for me moved on. I wanted to have his number and keep in touch with him when I goto Hyderabad again. But something in me stopped short of asking and I let him go. The bus moved on for another one hour before I got down in Koyambedu Bus Depot. Finally it hit me am going home. I slowly pulled my bag and went to the nearest tea shop and bought a cigarette and water pack. I then washed my face and slowly lit the cigarette. As smoke slowly got lost in the sky I searched around for one young girl with searching eyes and found none. I don't know what happened to them after that and nor I really care much on what would have happened. I called auto and said Nanganallur poganum......am going home and I went home a content man for being a very close but stranger for a person on need.
F A C E S.....
There was a lull in my blogging. This was due to the fact that some of the ideas which were there in my mind met with little encouragement. I wanted to write some real life incidents and how they get related in life but because of my friends I was discouraged to write them. Rather, I can't say I could write some real life incident without letting the other person it was him. Am still thinking on how to do it.
The following incidents which will be given in some blogs to come revolve around the travels I have had in the past three to six months. For the starter I had travelled between Chennai, Hyderabad and Bangalore like a maniac for the past four months. Most of these travels are on bus. I like going by road cos there is something to see(Volvos have made a mockery of window seats sadly :( )
The first incident happened around nearly one year back when one of my friend was giving a reception in Bangalore and I was going by the morning bus from Chennai to Bangalore. I was hardly hopeful of makign to the reception before my boss gave a go ahead that day morning. Sadly I could not get a seat in volvo bus and so took the then new ultra delux bus. The bus was almost full when I took the left side window seat(except in APSRTC where i prefer seat number 25 normally I take left side window seat) and there was one muslim guy who sat next to me. He got tickets to Chittoor.
Finally the bus took off from Koyambedu and they played Sandaikozhi movie starring Vishaal and Meera Jasmine and I was deeply engrossed in that movie. The bus went incidentless from Chennai to Bangalore except for the passenger next to me. I don't remember what happened with her but the female who was so happy and enjoying teasing her parents and sister in koyambedu become sad and listless from near Ranipet which I believe was due to a phone call. That was where she become lifeless and was pleading with someone to not do this that and all. From what I heard I could make out that she had a problem with a guy who was madly in love with her. While everyone went down and had something to eat or smoked cigarettes or drunk soem cool drinks this girl was seen crying inside the bus unnoticed by anyone. I went and tried to console her and I was like close to saying don't cry madam all things would be alright. You woulon't have any problem but I was nowhere near that hope when I tried to speak to her. I calmly asked her if she had anything to eat for which her reply was a long thoughtful no. That no may be the most meaningful No I might ever get in life. That no may be the only no which I might get without knowing what it meant. As the bus reached the outer the calls become frequent and the lady was close to breakdown. I coul dunderstand somebody is taking her for a ride and I really wished she had the guts to call him names and slap him when she sees him but then came Ulsoor and my friend in his car an dI had to alight.
After this I went to Bangalore twice with dad on car and each time I go via the hotel on the highway near palamner I remember the lady and her tears. Sometimes we are close to helping others by mind but something in our mind stops us. Sometimes.........silence is not really golden.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
The moment I came close to losing my ..................
It is one of those random evenings when everything went from good to bad to worse........Those times when worse was in store for the mind. I landed or rather got deserted in Vijayawada Bus station utterly dejected. The place was abuzz with activity. Like a man in trance jaded and depressed I pulled my body towards the exit where a hundred near autos stand and a fifty something cycle rickshaws stand.
It was those early days during my Hyderabad saga and that day with sudden turn of events sending me spiralling towards Chennai. Just that morning I was looking forward to return the next day but my boss curtailed all operations and asked me to report to duty at Chennai. Still there was an evening to spend an evening to enchant myself, an evening to dream or an evening to revel in the new found fantasies that I have not explored.
I decided to take a rickshaw for two erasons a that guy was like a chatterbox and b i always thought rickshaws are economical (me being a chennaiite and I always think these autos always charge an exhorbirant sum of money for nothing) and slowly he pulled me out of the bus station. At times these rickshaw wallahs can be an imminent pain in places and this guy (later I found every rickshaw wallah in vijayawada) was not just a rickshaw fella but a third class pimp. Two in every five words he mentioned me were accidentally about women...women...women...women.
I took a long look positioned myself with his courtesy in a nice place and spent a nice time there. It was not the best of the times I had had in my life and it would may be die down down down in the list in the future bu tthen the place was good and the people were good. I slowly crawled back to the rickshaw and went to a near by hotel and was lost lost lost in the dreams.......
I slowly picked up what was left as my baggage and after having a nice time and a fantastic but costly meal took the same rickshaw fella back to the station to continue my further journey....Then something snapped.....Something in me is totally inactive and ya I find it now Ya. . Its not active why???? It
is silenced when I was inside there????. Then I find it not there. I jump down the rickshaw get into the nearest booth and get into an STD booth. Pop goes the weasel and i hear the ringing sound. 'Thank God and somebody responds.
That hello would for a long time be the best hello I have ever heard in my life and I chatter with some confidence and rush with the rickshaw fella back to the place where I spent close to an hour and take that thing back with me safe and steady.
For those wondering on the title it must be The moments I came close to losing my er..........Mobile Phone and the place which I had mentioned is nothing but one good nice browsing center in Vijayawada city.
It was those early days during my Hyderabad saga and that day with sudden turn of events sending me spiralling towards Chennai. Just that morning I was looking forward to return the next day but my boss curtailed all operations and asked me to report to duty at Chennai. Still there was an evening to spend an evening to enchant myself, an evening to dream or an evening to revel in the new found fantasies that I have not explored.
I decided to take a rickshaw for two erasons a that guy was like a chatterbox and b i always thought rickshaws are economical (me being a chennaiite and I always think these autos always charge an exhorbirant sum of money for nothing) and slowly he pulled me out of the bus station. At times these rickshaw wallahs can be an imminent pain in places and this guy (later I found every rickshaw wallah in vijayawada) was not just a rickshaw fella but a third class pimp. Two in every five words he mentioned me were accidentally about women...women...women...women.
I took a long look positioned myself with his courtesy in a nice place and spent a nice time there. It was not the best of the times I had had in my life and it would may be die down down down in the list in the future bu tthen the place was good and the people were good. I slowly crawled back to the rickshaw and went to a near by hotel and was lost lost lost in the dreams.......
I slowly picked up what was left as my baggage and after having a nice time and a fantastic but costly meal took the same rickshaw fella back to the station to continue my further journey....Then something snapped.....Something in me is totally inactive and ya I find it now Ya. . Its not active why???? It
is silenced when I was inside there????. Then I find it not there. I jump down the rickshaw get into the nearest booth and get into an STD booth. Pop goes the weasel and i hear the ringing sound. 'Thank God and somebody responds.
That hello would for a long time be the best hello I have ever heard in my life and I chatter with some confidence and rush with the rickshaw fella back to the place where I spent close to an hour and take that thing back with me safe and steady.
For those wondering on the title it must be The moments I came close to losing my er..........Mobile Phone and the place which I had mentioned is nothing but one good nice browsing center in Vijayawada city.
Monday, October 02, 2006
The wednesday evening call
My views on Child labour:
Child Labour: I have seen this phrase very commonly mentioned each time Diwali is around by some so called individuals who pride themselves by not bursting crackers saying they are doing this to show their anger or emotion agains child labour.
Now, I have seen this and i have did this plenty of times. Couple fo times while I was in school I had also signed this so called Child labour things and have not bursted crackers which I found very later that do nothing against these things.
Now again the topic had come back to haunt me and I recall one incident or correlated incidents which made me change my ideas on child labour.
My profession is Granite export and at times in factories I have seen guys aged 10 or 11 doing work. I have also mentioned to the owners that this is against law and he should not work over here but study. Because of my dad's links once I had the opportunity to goto a Cracker manufacturing unit in Sivakasi. Its a mid sized unit with exports and so the owner had employed all kinds of labourers including Child labourers. I had the opportunity to chat with him in the evening at his house.
I slowly discussed the child labour found in his firm and told him this is against law and human nature and blah. He listened intently and then put forth his part of the deal.
Brother, I don't intend to have child labour in my company but yes I do the same for economical reasons. Many here if removed from work would find it hard to have a good meal which I could promise them in my capacity atleast once in a day. I also do help some relatively good students who come here to work for various reasons to study. Mostly, many here don't ask them to come and take up these jobs but there are always negative thoughts and masked faces too. I am not supporting them but the truth is we are helping them live.
Ya you can say they should goto school, study and have better living but if they could afford all these they won't be working here. No one is forced to work here. Many do care about them. The movies, the society and those people who play the social service trump cards and the communists play this effectively and pictorise as if we are doing a big wrong. But in reality it is a different thing. Atleast most of the guys and gals here turn on to be responsible citizens because they work and earn and keep their mindset on work but in reality if you goto school and study its a good possibility their poor surroundings and helplessness lead to self pity and self destruction. Especially in our area it is rampant. And for those communists who talk about all tehse here should go and have a look at China. Their the labourers are under paid and work for 12 hours a day 7 days a week withotu holiday with their lunch next to their machine or table. (My dad has also told me this plenty of times which according to him helps keep the Chinese production cost very much below our norms)
I am not trying to justify the child labour as such but I am talking about the other side. There is also a good side. Atleast 75% to 80% of these men adn women will grow on to be responsible citizens. Atleast one in a hundred may make it fairly well. I blame it on the society to wrongly point out fingers without knowing the entire fact. Many people over here pay their employees good salary ranging from hundred to hundred and ten a day to start with. Why does the good deeds of us dont get a mention is somethign which I don't understand. You are welcome to visit my unit to ascertain these facts. And last but not the least I have two sons and a daughter all below 20 and all those who work are like my children.
I left his home with a heavy heart. We all look at this cracker units at a negative way. Though not all are bad some are really bad too. We always get hyped about certain things and get into a kind of small circle where the realities are shut from our eyes. I didn't goto his factory to ascertain these facts then but I did have the opportunity to visit a year later where I found to my dismay what he mentioned was indeed right. Many a men and women there have many a sad stories to tell. Many are forced to work because of various other factors.
I asked one guy if he wanted to study and his reply was will ur studies make me eat well tonight? I don't know. Our buying of crackers in large numbers does make atleast some families happy. I bought 15 gift packs for my official employees adn friends and brought it back with me. Not because the owner is my dad's friend but because I know the young guy over there will have a happier Diwali this time.
Sometimes, the distant greeny tomorrow is much more distant and a big dream than the present dark today. Its better if we learn to live and move on rather than thinking and saying to others Tomorrow will be green.
At times Truth is stranger than fiction.
Child Labour: I have seen this phrase very commonly mentioned each time Diwali is around by some so called individuals who pride themselves by not bursting crackers saying they are doing this to show their anger or emotion agains child labour.
Now, I have seen this and i have did this plenty of times. Couple fo times while I was in school I had also signed this so called Child labour things and have not bursted crackers which I found very later that do nothing against these things.
Now again the topic had come back to haunt me and I recall one incident or correlated incidents which made me change my ideas on child labour.
My profession is Granite export and at times in factories I have seen guys aged 10 or 11 doing work. I have also mentioned to the owners that this is against law and he should not work over here but study. Because of my dad's links once I had the opportunity to goto a Cracker manufacturing unit in Sivakasi. Its a mid sized unit with exports and so the owner had employed all kinds of labourers including Child labourers. I had the opportunity to chat with him in the evening at his house.
I slowly discussed the child labour found in his firm and told him this is against law and human nature and blah. He listened intently and then put forth his part of the deal.
Brother, I don't intend to have child labour in my company but yes I do the same for economical reasons. Many here if removed from work would find it hard to have a good meal which I could promise them in my capacity atleast once in a day. I also do help some relatively good students who come here to work for various reasons to study. Mostly, many here don't ask them to come and take up these jobs but there are always negative thoughts and masked faces too. I am not supporting them but the truth is we are helping them live.
Ya you can say they should goto school, study and have better living but if they could afford all these they won't be working here. No one is forced to work here. Many do care about them. The movies, the society and those people who play the social service trump cards and the communists play this effectively and pictorise as if we are doing a big wrong. But in reality it is a different thing. Atleast most of the guys and gals here turn on to be responsible citizens because they work and earn and keep their mindset on work but in reality if you goto school and study its a good possibility their poor surroundings and helplessness lead to self pity and self destruction. Especially in our area it is rampant. And for those communists who talk about all tehse here should go and have a look at China. Their the labourers are under paid and work for 12 hours a day 7 days a week withotu holiday with their lunch next to their machine or table. (My dad has also told me this plenty of times which according to him helps keep the Chinese production cost very much below our norms)
I am not trying to justify the child labour as such but I am talking about the other side. There is also a good side. Atleast 75% to 80% of these men adn women will grow on to be responsible citizens. Atleast one in a hundred may make it fairly well. I blame it on the society to wrongly point out fingers without knowing the entire fact. Many people over here pay their employees good salary ranging from hundred to hundred and ten a day to start with. Why does the good deeds of us dont get a mention is somethign which I don't understand. You are welcome to visit my unit to ascertain these facts. And last but not the least I have two sons and a daughter all below 20 and all those who work are like my children.
I left his home with a heavy heart. We all look at this cracker units at a negative way. Though not all are bad some are really bad too. We always get hyped about certain things and get into a kind of small circle where the realities are shut from our eyes. I didn't goto his factory to ascertain these facts then but I did have the opportunity to visit a year later where I found to my dismay what he mentioned was indeed right. Many a men and women there have many a sad stories to tell. Many are forced to work because of various other factors.
I asked one guy if he wanted to study and his reply was will ur studies make me eat well tonight? I don't know. Our buying of crackers in large numbers does make atleast some families happy. I bought 15 gift packs for my official employees adn friends and brought it back with me. Not because the owner is my dad's friend but because I know the young guy over there will have a happier Diwali this time.
Sometimes, the distant greeny tomorrow is much more distant and a big dream than the present dark today. Its better if we learn to live and move on rather than thinking and saying to others Tomorrow will be green.
At times Truth is stranger than fiction.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
My Trust with P A S S W O R D S
Haha A funny thing to start with today. Password. The magic word. I have tried and almost successfully remembered all the usernames I have had now. But this Blogger is creating me problem.
It all started around two weeks when I desperately, seriously, immediatly all blah blah blah ly wanted to blooooooooog....my first immediate next attitude was to continue with the blog that I was doing in another blog site. Well then I thought why not continue this blogspot thing long back.
Reasons why I started blogspot:
There are not many reasons. I am kind of proud of this nick SierrA ManiaC which is not my creation. But SierrA is the car I love most in the whole world. I was really proud when my dad owned a sierra after sierra and each time I went on it I felt myself flying in an aircraft. Each time my driver went beyond 100 I felt like am flying faster than sound.
One day my friend's friend a rich guy with a richer ancestry started the websiet www.sierramaniac.com which is closed as of now. He used to flash this website on his Tata Sierra car, he is a total tata car maniac and I chose this id to distinguish in rediff chat rooms. I have hundreds of nicks befoer this and may be some hundreds more after this nick but this stuck.
Once I tried my luck with yahoo to create an email id sierramaniac and failed. I also found the nick has been taken in India Times and Indya chat rooms. Alas now I wanted to own every possible sierramaniac id. Then I went on a spree like I registered every single form I see as sierramaniac and finally I become one big maniac of sierramaniac.
It was during this time people were blogging and I acme and registered sierra maniac here. The story doesn't end here. From that day 1 till now I don't remember the first password I gave to it. To make the horror show worse each time I try to login it says the password is wrong and I have to send through mail for a new password. I did that yesterday, I did it today and now am gonna do it again when I blog next time. I F O R G O T M Y P A S S W O R D.
I pride my memory for remembering passwords and many other things like phone numbers, car numbers, places etc but the stupid thing is I can't remember this password. Its simply said in a sweet proverb....
pride goes before fall.
Ya It had gone and gone for a big big tosss........
It all started around two weeks when I desperately, seriously, immediatly all blah blah blah ly wanted to blooooooooog....my first immediate next attitude was to continue with the blog that I was doing in another blog site. Well then I thought why not continue this blogspot thing long back.
Reasons why I started blogspot:
There are not many reasons. I am kind of proud of this nick SierrA ManiaC which is not my creation. But SierrA is the car I love most in the whole world. I was really proud when my dad owned a sierra after sierra and each time I went on it I felt myself flying in an aircraft. Each time my driver went beyond 100 I felt like am flying faster than sound.
One day my friend's friend a rich guy with a richer ancestry started the websiet www.sierramaniac.com which is closed as of now. He used to flash this website on his Tata Sierra car, he is a total tata car maniac and I chose this id to distinguish in rediff chat rooms. I have hundreds of nicks befoer this and may be some hundreds more after this nick but this stuck.
Once I tried my luck with yahoo to create an email id sierramaniac and failed. I also found the nick has been taken in India Times and Indya chat rooms. Alas now I wanted to own every possible sierramaniac id. Then I went on a spree like I registered every single form I see as sierramaniac and finally I become one big maniac of sierramaniac.
It was during this time people were blogging and I acme and registered sierra maniac here. The story doesn't end here. From that day 1 till now I don't remember the first password I gave to it. To make the horror show worse each time I try to login it says the password is wrong and I have to send through mail for a new password. I did that yesterday, I did it today and now am gonna do it again when I blog next time. I F O R G O T M Y P A S S W O R D.
I pride my memory for remembering passwords and many other things like phone numbers, car numbers, places etc but the stupid thing is I can't remember this password. Its simply said in a sweet proverb....
pride goes before fall.
Ya It had gone and gone for a big big tosss........
My Roads to Insanity
Its been long long long life that I have had until now. Twenty six full years and some days. Unbelievable. A Zillion thoughts and dreams have caressed through my heart until this moment I write. Ok. Here it goes.
This is my third blog. The first I forgot the password and the second I am not gonna mention for various reasons. Please those who know about the second blog keep it to yourself. Its a request.
Actually I could spend a lot of idle time in the last one week. Idle time in the sense not sitting at home and watching TV or chatting but spend a lot of time doing nothign and then suddenly do everything at one go. It is totally uneasy to think you goto a place at morning 11 and then spend the whole day doing nothing except giggling, gossiping, talking, cranking the phone and suddenly at 7 your work starts and you hit the sack quite late. Infact many a trips of mine were spent idle like this. Now I am gonna write an interesting part of my idle wilderness. Whenever I travel and get a day or two break inbetween I would go out into the town and check about the er........nightlife of the town. Many towns where I go night life don't exist. In some places night life is horrible.
I always remember when this place Warangal whenever I think of night life. Sorta this is evening life story.
It all happened when I was sent to Khammam, Warangal and Karimnagar on one single go to load some granite blocks. The khammam part of the job got extended from one full day plan to the next day afternoon and I coolly without even remembering missed the Warangal bus. All Andhra intra state esp district buses are rickety with no radio, no dvd players and no fukin anything. Also their telugu would make u feel shivery at times. I loathe them.
I missed the bus to Warangal and was forced to take the train from Khammam to Warangal by name Krishna express. By God's grace I found one middle seat in the middle of nowhere. The train was horribly slow n I landed in Warangal station at 6 15 forty five minutes behind schedule and my connection bus to Karimnagar had just left. Now the ordeal started.
I was in a desperation to reach Karimnagar by night so that I can see the loading by morning and to make things worse I was carrying solid cash worth lakhs and I was terrified to wait for the next bus which was scheduled to come at 8 30 PM hopefully. Boring and clueless i wandered out in the bus stand and found a jeep fella willing to carry me for 600 bucks. Hmpgh 600 bucks with this I will go home and come back n I was mutterin to myself oh my God and smiled my best smile (the cash thing in the hindsight) and slowly walked to the auto stand. Of the ten to fifteen who were around one was willing to take me for 250 bucks. 250 bucks ah ok. Make it 200. He agreed then one of those Journeys of my life begun.
I took the auto. He first went to a tea shop where we had a cup of tea some biscuits and lit cigars. It was around 7 and the night slowly set in. I was slowly getting scared of travelling alone in the midst of the naxalite heartland with cash in an auto. The stage was set for a big thriller but it was not gonna be one. I slowly suited myself to the middle point of the auto. The journey was around 2 and half hours. We spoke about many things. Politics, movies etc etc. He spoke about Chennai that he saw when he was 21 (he was around 45 when we met) where he had come to try his luck in movies er.... and failed.
It was a naxal heartland where kidnapping for money, killing for the same, holding buses for ransom or money or just snatching away money is common. Not many get reported. I say this because I have had some instances of experiences with some guys who are in some way very highly knowledgeable with these things. I slowly in around 45 minutes of time found the auto driver to be trustable and we spoke about our family, business, our past love, friends, movies at large etc etc.
We drove for more than two and half hours and reached Karimnagar. Until I got to the border of Karimnagar I had a fear deep inside my heart. The deal was for him to drop me in Bus stand from where I would get in touch with my supplier. But the auto driver insisted that I contact the supplier and he leave me at the supplier's place or my hotel. He even saw me eat in a very good veg restaurant which was 2 kms away from bus stand and was waiting till my supplier came which was around 10 15 in the night. He saw I am in safe hands and walked away to his auto.
I then remembered he had nor eaten and offered to take him for dinner. The selfish mind of mine was hurt deeply by the fair show he had did to me and I wanted to pay him a hundred bucks extra too but he insisted sir you had promised me two hundred and two hundred it will be. He insisted for 5 misn like that and finally I got some biscuits and chocolates for his child and sent him off. I noted down his name and vowed to look out for him each time I come to Warangal. I bid him byee. I was so moved by his courtesy to see am safe and a poor uneducated man's big try to see that his guest is honoured and treated safely and also by my senseless selfish acts.
I next day travelled to Warangal and searched in vain in the auto stand to thank him. He was not found. I never found him in my two days stay at Warangal. I have travelled to Warangal four or five times after that but I never could find the auto driver. Slowly his face had faded in my mind, I remember him vaguely with his red towel around his shoulder. Slowly his voice has stunned itself into silence and his words haved failed my memory. But till I die his act of friendship would live with me. I wish I meet him one day. I bumped one day to his brother who promised to bring him to my hotel, which never did happen.
It has been more than two years since I travelled towards Warangal and I look forward to the place again and once more to that friendly auto fella and go around with him again. Hopefully......
There are many such incidents in our lives where some acts of kindness stand beyond compare based on the situation. Sometimes a stranger whom we might never meet again in life acts more than a friend or brother or well wishers. Those times they are on par with G O D.
Rest in next blog folks.
This is my third blog. The first I forgot the password and the second I am not gonna mention for various reasons. Please those who know about the second blog keep it to yourself. Its a request.
Actually I could spend a lot of idle time in the last one week. Idle time in the sense not sitting at home and watching TV or chatting but spend a lot of time doing nothign and then suddenly do everything at one go. It is totally uneasy to think you goto a place at morning 11 and then spend the whole day doing nothing except giggling, gossiping, talking, cranking the phone and suddenly at 7 your work starts and you hit the sack quite late. Infact many a trips of mine were spent idle like this. Now I am gonna write an interesting part of my idle wilderness. Whenever I travel and get a day or two break inbetween I would go out into the town and check about the er........nightlife of the town. Many towns where I go night life don't exist. In some places night life is horrible.
I always remember when this place Warangal whenever I think of night life. Sorta this is evening life story.
It all happened when I was sent to Khammam, Warangal and Karimnagar on one single go to load some granite blocks. The khammam part of the job got extended from one full day plan to the next day afternoon and I coolly without even remembering missed the Warangal bus. All Andhra intra state esp district buses are rickety with no radio, no dvd players and no fukin anything. Also their telugu would make u feel shivery at times. I loathe them.
I missed the bus to Warangal and was forced to take the train from Khammam to Warangal by name Krishna express. By God's grace I found one middle seat in the middle of nowhere. The train was horribly slow n I landed in Warangal station at 6 15 forty five minutes behind schedule and my connection bus to Karimnagar had just left. Now the ordeal started.
I was in a desperation to reach Karimnagar by night so that I can see the loading by morning and to make things worse I was carrying solid cash worth lakhs and I was terrified to wait for the next bus which was scheduled to come at 8 30 PM hopefully. Boring and clueless i wandered out in the bus stand and found a jeep fella willing to carry me for 600 bucks. Hmpgh 600 bucks with this I will go home and come back n I was mutterin to myself oh my God and smiled my best smile (the cash thing in the hindsight) and slowly walked to the auto stand. Of the ten to fifteen who were around one was willing to take me for 250 bucks. 250 bucks ah ok. Make it 200. He agreed then one of those Journeys of my life begun.
I took the auto. He first went to a tea shop where we had a cup of tea some biscuits and lit cigars. It was around 7 and the night slowly set in. I was slowly getting scared of travelling alone in the midst of the naxalite heartland with cash in an auto. The stage was set for a big thriller but it was not gonna be one. I slowly suited myself to the middle point of the auto. The journey was around 2 and half hours. We spoke about many things. Politics, movies etc etc. He spoke about Chennai that he saw when he was 21 (he was around 45 when we met) where he had come to try his luck in movies er.... and failed.
It was a naxal heartland where kidnapping for money, killing for the same, holding buses for ransom or money or just snatching away money is common. Not many get reported. I say this because I have had some instances of experiences with some guys who are in some way very highly knowledgeable with these things. I slowly in around 45 minutes of time found the auto driver to be trustable and we spoke about our family, business, our past love, friends, movies at large etc etc.
We drove for more than two and half hours and reached Karimnagar. Until I got to the border of Karimnagar I had a fear deep inside my heart. The deal was for him to drop me in Bus stand from where I would get in touch with my supplier. But the auto driver insisted that I contact the supplier and he leave me at the supplier's place or my hotel. He even saw me eat in a very good veg restaurant which was 2 kms away from bus stand and was waiting till my supplier came which was around 10 15 in the night. He saw I am in safe hands and walked away to his auto.
I then remembered he had nor eaten and offered to take him for dinner. The selfish mind of mine was hurt deeply by the fair show he had did to me and I wanted to pay him a hundred bucks extra too but he insisted sir you had promised me two hundred and two hundred it will be. He insisted for 5 misn like that and finally I got some biscuits and chocolates for his child and sent him off. I noted down his name and vowed to look out for him each time I come to Warangal. I bid him byee. I was so moved by his courtesy to see am safe and a poor uneducated man's big try to see that his guest is honoured and treated safely and also by my senseless selfish acts.
I next day travelled to Warangal and searched in vain in the auto stand to thank him. He was not found. I never found him in my two days stay at Warangal. I have travelled to Warangal four or five times after that but I never could find the auto driver. Slowly his face had faded in my mind, I remember him vaguely with his red towel around his shoulder. Slowly his voice has stunned itself into silence and his words haved failed my memory. But till I die his act of friendship would live with me. I wish I meet him one day. I bumped one day to his brother who promised to bring him to my hotel, which never did happen.
It has been more than two years since I travelled towards Warangal and I look forward to the place again and once more to that friendly auto fella and go around with him again. Hopefully......
There are many such incidents in our lives where some acts of kindness stand beyond compare based on the situation. Sometimes a stranger whom we might never meet again in life acts more than a friend or brother or well wishers. Those times they are on par with G O D.
Rest in next blog folks.
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