Are we going to lose it?

The problem of beggary is too common to be discussed i feel. Every one of us would have at least thought about it, either when our peace of mind after coming out of a temple session is disturbed by them or when they hover around in trains and traffic signals.
Yes it feels sickening to know that there are people out there who are so much in need of help. The way they ask for things just appeals to your human side. You feel that there does not exist anything else worth so much attention.
But how many times? You find that person sitting at the same place everyday. Asking and screaming blatantly. The newspapers further overwhelm you with information that they earn 30 grand per month and then you think is it really worth all your attention?
The professionalization of beggary has started eroding our humane instincts. It is true. But the question is, should we surrender to their exploitation of our weaker and softer side or hold a strong stand and ignore them so that some day they realize that this isn't going to work. That might prick our conscience a bit because we might be ignoring the ones in actual need. But something needs to be done before our entire race becomes blind to actual misery because of the ones faking it.

My days with rain in Chennai

I wake up to see coconut leaves dripping water and falling right on my face. The place I am staying is kinda spooky that way. You never know which corner will flood and when.
I am in 'Mad'ras. The point I wish to emphasize here is not the ambiance of my stay, but what has rendered it so horrible. The rain.
Every morning , lazing , trying to avoid rain and procrastinating till limit tends to infinity and falls down from there, I wake up and start on my 'journey' ( i always wonder how it wud have been if i went on some salt satyagraha instead) . I have to cross more rivers than there are in Konkan railway. My feet drown sometimes in colorful waters and then re-emerge to my happiness. Oh God! I thought I was going to be an amphibian! Relief.. Then I get showered by the generous creepy crawlies on the road. Dude! I already had one in the morning. If you thought that wasn't enough you could have explicitly told me! Too much. After numerous such incidents, fighting wit the evil rain and traveling along with my new travel mates the frog, the insect, the err i dont know what to call it.. hmm larva seems good... I reach my destination. All schools and colleges are closed today thanks to the extra sensitive (to light :P) MK government. I am here typing my experiences in a place that boasts of being what it is due to people who do not bother about above stated conditions and still come and work.

P.S. Those who read this, Please pray that it stops raining. :(

"Black" Shift

Oh my god.. I cant believe this is happening. My sleep timings are shifting to what they were when i was in school!! God knows what is the reason.. :O Just that it feels weird, being in NITK . :)
Anyways it might be due to lack of interesting things on LAN to watch, or just that nothing is good enough to catch my attention. Easiest reason to come up with is i love sleeping and prefer to get few extra hours on that! Or... those damned 8 o clock classes can be blamed too. Lets see how long this continues. May be i will post again when i get back to being a normal 'NITKian'.

P.S. Black Shift corresponding to Red/Blue Shift :D

Whats in a name?

I am now quite used to what people call me, as in my nick name, and i assume if u know me, u definitely know what it is or at least what i am talking about. LOL. It was a hell lot of embarrassment when i had just come to know what it means over here. People had advised me to change so many profile entries in orkut. It took ages for me to find out what was wrong.
Anyways, time just makes things better. I was wondering what if I am the last one to have the 'privilege' of being called that? Sad. Now after being in this college for two years I have come to know the general beliefs associated with my 'nick' name..
1. The person must know java.
2. The person is some god level nerd...
3. The person is ob in IT.
Nothing to do with the name, just that it usually turns out to be true... What to do??And maybe many more i am not aware of yet. Its so taxing to live up to some of these beliefs. But then advantages accompany too. Its a rarer name than Shruti!! Sigh. Lets see if i manage to convince myself to sport it on my tee too!

Vicious Blah!!

I wonder why..

- We wash clothes, wear them , and wash again.
- We sleep, to get up,and sleep again.
- We climb four floors, to come down again. :(
- We write tests, to pass, and write them again.
- We eat, digest , and then eat again.
- We oscillate between the days and nights again and again..

Why is everything so monotonous???

More Smiles Per Hour

I keep looking at faces. When they pass by in malls, on roads and so on. Its literally impossible to remember all of those tiny little faces , which, though have the same features, differ and reflect the personality. What i remember is the people, who are strangers, yet seem familiar because of that smile. Yes, Smile is believe it or not, one of the tremendous powers human beings possess. In addition to the biological and scientific facts that it relaxes facial muscles and also exercises them, it really pleases the person on the other side.
Like today. The lady who cleans our blocks, had come to my room and i had to ask her to mop it. I generally, feel sad to see the section of society which has been kept away from opportunities which are available to us. And hence, to see someone do something for me, when i am capable of doing it myself pinches. I am for equality in standard of living . Now, to say why all this is related to a smile, I smiled and expressed my gratitude to that lady and she smiled back at me. Ok its not a great thing maybe. But yes, it did ease my unknown guilt. To see her smile, maybe because of the satisfaction she derived from her work. That says it all.
Smile as it means a lot. ( I don't really know what more, but yes it does. ) :)

Lock 'em Up

People say dreams are what we want to do and our unconscious mind reminds our conscious through dreams. So I just love watching legal stuff, criminal cases and mysteries and above all fiction and supernatural things. Obviously i dream about things i would never do.
Recently i got to know about one of my weird wishes. I want to see a police station from inside, as well as see the jail. Now I am sure what i have been watching in TV isnt what it really looks like.
So I have come up with small and harmless ideas.

1. Break traffic signal and hide license. They will take me in there.

2. Say I want that corrupt inspectors interview for my err college or club magazine. (CSI wont allow though :D)

3. "Sir, that constable is my uncle. I got him food." Let me go in.

4. Become a social worker.

5. Pick something up from road and run. The crowd will take me there.

6. "Oooh Sorry!! I thought this was my ummm (scratches head... Oh yes! ) tailor's shop!!"

And then i will stop getting dreams of me going in there! C'mon im not gonna be a ghost just because this one wish of mine wont come true. So ppl please suggest better and feasible ways u have any.

RAFA-MY NEW STAR

Okay, first of all I am not such a huge fan of sports, but i do like tennis. I happen to watch the final clashesof Rolland Garros and Wimbledon almost every year since my childhood days. The excitement is just one of its kind. When Rafa was crowned 'the clay king'i was delighted and was in high spirits! I remember once he had sprained himself in the French open finals against Fedex and i was restless about the chances of him winning the Slam! He won the title for the fouth time this summer. Now my only dream was to see him kiss the wimbledon trophy as well this season. Inherently i tend to support Nadal in all the matches he plays against Fedex. Oh well i have no prejudices against Roger, he being one of the greatest players of all times.But still, to see Nadal beat him, gives some high!! Anyway Federer happened to make lots of unforced errors and his game seemed less neat in front of Rafa's this year. After a mind boggling match that lastedlonger than any other Wimbledon finals, my sweet Nadal won it. I was pleased to see him end the 65 match winning streak of World No.1 on grass. Afterall Nadal did it! Why not! Fans like me support him and jump around with enthusiasm when he lies down in the court after an exhilerating victory! And yes I celebrated the victory of my new-found sweetheart on grass by giving a treat the very next day! Lol. I wish he wins all the forthcoming Slams in the next season as well and leaps 550 odd points ahead. Let him rest for a while. He deserves it along with an accolade. :) Cheers.

Confusion..?

One of my friends asked me to think about this and express my views on it. The topic being “love cannot be true if it fulfills emotional, physical, intellectual or any kind of need”. Well it is a bit confusing for me as well. But I thought of jotting down few thoughts that came to my mind.
Firstly, when one expects something out of a person, one becomes selfish. Selfishness is contradictory to the ideal definition of love.
Secondly, expectations cause disappointment and one keeps depending for one’s needs on others. Love is on the other hand not depending, but letting someone depend on you. Strange.
Also, with these restrictions, true love is rare, as one of the above stated needs (emotional, physical…blah blah ) is the initiator of the feelings in most of the cases. We want someone to be there, to listen and so on. Why will anyone need or love someone if one isn’t getting anything out of it in today’s world? So, according to my small brain of limited thinking capacity, yes the statement made is true, but only for divine love which is no where to be found on earth now. Hence, let’s be happy and content even if we human beings look out for fulfilling our needs through love, as whatever it is, isn’t it mutual? So we are nobody to criticize others. We all are the same.

ORIGAMI

I just happened to see few kids playing with paper boat and planes in an ad. It made me remember those (g)olden school days. People at home used to get puzzled when they saw my notebooks getting thinner and thinner day by day. My daily pencil usage was around 2.5 J. So what did I do with my notebooks? Any guesses? Its obvious. Paper Craft!!
A japanese art which is so common among kids because it is overwhelming to see those sheets of paper, which generally torment the poor souls, suddenly turn into appealing tiny little pieces of art as well as handy toys in those tiffin breaks. Awesome fun.
Frog was my favorite. It used to flutter on my desk when blown into it. Innocent giggles echoed in the class. To move a frog wasn’t any lesser than what it is today to say crack a god damn problem. Worth of an achievement is judged by the happiness it gives. Rains and the boats along with hitting each other with paper planes, naughty acts and the company of our good old notebook. I shall make a bird now! J

Are we dumb or they cleverer?

Switch on the idiot box and the same plethora of emotions is whacked on our faces. The same so called seductive vamps clad in backless blouses and heavy coats of make-up, even our mining pals wouldn’t dare dig. They play those ridiculous mind games which even an average IQ kiddo can thrash in seconds. But nop. The goddess like main character who has to steal away all the limelight will be dead if the directors follow basic human instincts. She will make a hue and cry, attract public attention ask for SMS votes as to what to do and then finally do nothing. Blah. I wonder what the lead actor’s IQ is. Perhaps on a negative scale. OK. So where were we? Yes, those tantrums accompanied by the unbearably loud background score in which another moron keeps screaming her lungs out and the endless treasure of glycerine and tears have captured the minds of today’s audience. It doesn’t end here. The villain , most preferably a female for the guys to drool, keeps planning murders, accidents and executes them with extreme perfection. And Oh boy! There is the dead man alive again. Guess what? Dead man loses his memory (to be gained after hmm say 2 months). In this period of two months, how can I forget to mention the several romantic engagements which would further drag the nonsensical melodrama for another decade. And this isn’t the end of it. The harassment, torture and not to forget the crying continues sometimes till next birth. LOL.

The leaps in time would puzzle an Einstein too. Millions (exaggeration) of kids are born to all the characters. Ages of characters cannot be guessed by mere mortals.

Phew. I could think of only few. Why do they keep making such stuff? Just because we are dumb enough to waste our time watching it? Or that they are cleverer in predicting our instincts? Our intellect is in jeopardy.

SURVIVAL

I want to crawl
Before lights fade
Before my eyes fail
To intrude the dark
I want to crawl
To the line of life
Before the race ends
Before the heaven calls
I want to crawl
To the ocean of peace
Before in agony
I get caught
I want to crawl..

WIPE OUT

There are few things which are buried deep in the soils of one's not so conscious mind. What is required for them to re emerge is just a few drops of water. That sprinkle of water can be one's utter desire to keep things in memory. The millions and billions of neurons store things that are dearest to us. And we are ready to do anything just to keep the plant of memories alive and green inside us.
What happens when these precious banks begin to become bankrupt? It feels like someone is pulling away minute threads out of the immense bunch of entwined fibre which cant be felt by our mere earthly senses.
Wipe out. An ultimately horrifying experience. You know that u are trying to remember something. But where is it? U wander in the dark unexplored streets of ur mind, not knowing where to go. U cant find the way out too because there is no source of light. U fear u will be sucked into the darkness. The memories u want are finally not there. They are wiped out. And u know that. Nothing can be worse. As one dies, all the streets which had a sign board showing the name of the wonderful thing they remembered for u begin to fade away. They are demolished and u know that they are being done so. A true helpless feeling.
A biological sign ? That we are mere mortals and there are few things we won't be able to control ever.