Fundamental Fools

January 28th, 2013

Every single day I read news and every single day it annoys me. And, of the most ridiculous news items, one thing that have always kept my blood pressure high is ‘Telangana’ issue. So, the story goes something like this..

A bunch of bastards decided one day to hatch a plan to make money quickly. They approached another eunuch the then CM of AP to help them out. They found the answer startling yet appealing. To become CM of a state gives you enormous power  and provide a way to make money at a pace that even Goldman Sachs shall envy. But where is the state? Hah! they have to carve one out of an existing one. Fortunately, they speak a degraded slang of Telugu and found that in spite of having the same alphabet, they can make people fight based on those differences. They cooked up books and made bunch of coward unemployed youth to believe that having a separate statehood shall uplift their lives and bring new hope in their homes. Ah! almost forgot to tell you! There is one university called ‘Osmania’ where riots, goondaism, dharnas, burning innocent students is daily norm, and take greater precedence than education. They could not believe their luck when they found that one of the professors is already part of the murky plan and he is the biggest bastard of all.

So it all started..an agitation for a separate state based on..(I think they do not know the answer) twisted facts, people’s ignorance, unemployed cowardice, imperialistic ideas and more than anything, the hungry for power. As usual the people of the state, people who work, people who pay taxes, people who doesn’t vote, people who watch movies, people who love the TV soap operas more than their husbands, people who doesn’t give a shit to others, people who blame politics, people who doesn’t trust the Government, didn’t care. These so called agitators, strangely some of them are MPs and MLAs from the same region who cared least about their constituents over decades and looted their money, decided to up their ante and stage Rasta Roko, Rail Roko,  Govt. Roko, Hospital Roko and any other Roko that you can imagine to cripple the daily lives of common  people, screw them up, give a damn about their well being and threaten to resign from their posts. The Central Govt. as usual asks for more time to decide on the state formation and this drama is being continued for almost 4 years now.

(Wrote quite enough!)

The essence of the story is there are people who bear this drama in AP every single day, in and out and do nothing about it, the FUNDAMENTAL FOOLS! Democracy has given them great power to VOTE and eliminate those power hungry parasites from the society for ever. Ask them one simple fundamental question. If you cannot live with your own speaking people, how can you live in a country with thousand dialects?

FUNDAMENTAL FOOLS aka PEOPLE, wake up!

May the lights shine forever

November 12th, 2012

Happy Diwali!

Its been a while for me to re-visit my ‘freedom’ and ponder upon my thoughts and let them fly freely. Diwali is an apt moment for myself to reflect upon and see, where I have been and how I am doing. Festive season has started with great enthusiasm both at work and home and all around. With elections concluded and Obama won his second term, couple of bad news from India, reactions were mixed but, that only strengthened the position of time against human race. My regular hearings of perfectly rendered mythological speeches from ‘Shri Changanti’ bring me peace and tranquility in my everyday commute.  Looking back, there is little or no improvement on who I am and what I do. As a man sometimes I go low and seldom excel. Diwali reminds me the fact that the festival is not about lighting up your house but your soul. Victory of ‘Good’ over evil signifying the billions of lamps that are lit in every Hindu household is a mere representation of what we can do in the materialistic world, while ‘alarm’ us that the real meaning lies within ourselves to see if the ‘God’ inside each one of us is still lit.

I now do not hesitate to give myself a good amount of beating on all the wrongs I do, but the habit of putting myself up there for a small achievement still makes me a downturn brat. I hope, with each Diwali in my life, I shall resume myself and make sure my soul is still lighting inside and keep myself away from the dark thoughts and deeds. Everyday I learn repeatedly that there are people who love me most and I don’t share the same with them. My selfishness and ego sometimes endangers the light that I have inside but more than anything it is their love and prayers that keep me going.

Whatever way we celebrate Diwali, there is only one way to celebrate it with happiness, of sharing love and showering love unto others who matter the most. Blessed I am like most of you that I see, hear and talk. Do I use my senses to see light or darkness lies within my conscience and wisdom. I pray, I pray to God that Diwali be celebrated by every human inside their hearts and keep their souls lit forever.

May the lights shine forever…

2011…2

December 31st, 2011

With the new year around the corner (few hours literally), sitting down leisurely and writing this blog post is a real blessing. Family is asleep and like my usual monstrous early wake-up jitters, today is no different than others. Being Saturday does not qualify itself to be on the calm morning for me as I am someone who like to waste as much time as possible in a 24-hr slot. Sleeping is like doing NOTHING and for me, WASTING precedes NOTHING.

We will be soon moving into a new home, bigger, probably better in the next few weeks and leaving a home where we’ve been from last 7 years plus does give some sentimental goosebumps. I hope to see that the new year shall bring something which I have been asking, trying, praying, failed-to-get, not-so-successful-at and positively distant; the so called RESPONSIBILITY. My wife works hard, hard enough that kids barely miss me in a given day and things run at their efficient best when I am not around; a strange nostalgia I digest and look at it every time I walk in front of a mirror. I quoted yesterday to my colleagues in my office pantry, “don’t look at the new year adding an year to your age, but think that you are 1 more year wise”, and yet the words stop at the tip of the tongue which I should have gulped with, if not lucid then normal.

Retrospection is a way to cheat one-self so convincingly that you pat your back saying you’ve done it and you are good to go. But actions matter, and I need to sit down and think hard about them. My girl friend days were so ‘magnificent’ , that they branded me ‘versatile genius’ and yet here I am memorizing those days, chewing them hard and look at myself in awe (in more distressful way though). Is this what I am, I was and I will. In all honesty God gave me a wonderful brain and a beautiful heart, but placing them in right place earns one-self, but often not, I failed miserably in putting them at good use.

365 days have passes since my thoughts take shape for yet another new year, but things have improved little and I am not only adamant to change, but would like to see the ‘change’. My biggest bad habit is to ‘argue’, to a point where the opposite gives up because the argument looses its logic and they fear a fight. I know ways to improve and win them, but I hardly try so. My knowledge has hardly transformed into ‘wisdom’ and my passion dies before its born and lately I don’t see eye-to-eye with my own reflection.

Either I started hating stuff too much (like Apple, Inc) or love others too much (too many to list), a concept which is so hard to find in me in my early days. Either I excelled or have not given a try, the only two things I knew I am better yet. I haven’t been to Temple for long, I am at my usual best in arguing if God does exist? But, deep in my thoughts I know what I trust to be God and I go to temple, not to pray for myself but for the rest. It gives me an egoistic satisfaction that God had left nothing from me and gave me enough ego, fortitude and prejudice to pray for others. I have to teach my kids the concept of cultural harmony and why Hindu temples are epicenter of wisdom hubs. Neither of my kids are best at sports and yet have commensurate skill sets and as a father I have failed them.

Parents are thousand miles away, and sometimes you need someone elder and wiser to tap on your head and bring conscience and consciousness. Unfortunately, its been me and myself. My wife often not is the one who does that work for me and I thank her less, may be NOT. Its time that I change and bring peace to myself and everyone around me. Often not I have to keep myself remembering that my Family is a gift to me and not the other way around. Keeping my heart and soul together is what I need to do and continue to do. My wife likes simple things, while I am the most complex person to seek for answers, she often pacifies herself. One remarkable difference I can find in myself is that I have started ‘reading’ and its a good thing to do. It helps me in keeping my head down and utilize unused corners of my brain.

If I go and complain to God, its an injustice, not to me but for God himself. There are more fortunate being than me and even more unfortunate, its a gift that God gave me that I should cherish and live, my life. Great things are often simple and I am convoluted. From a person that I am, its time to be a MAN. I do pray God sometimes for myself, only to be good to others and give me the strength and fortitude to be strong for others and to be selfish in wisdom. So God, come 2012, please watch me over my shoulder, not to inflict pain or difficulty to anyone, good or bad.

From the bottom of my heart I wish everyone a very happy New Year.

Devil’s Paradise

July 20th, 2011

Idle mind is.. you get it!

Forced bachelorhood is a curse, at least for me. Not having the family around just did not get well with me. With constant thoughts on “How’s the family”?, there was not retreat in sight. Will be leaving shortly to join them in India and hopefully I will not be at my fussy-best and get along well there. With gray hair ‘side-lining’ my head, I have become a boredom to myself. I do not recall anything that made me useful during family’s absence and frustrated I am, I went back to my old ways of ‘retrospection’.

Potterfied: The last decade had been shared with Harry’s journey into magical world, be it the books or the cinema. With a large heart (heavy), went on to immerse myself into the final saga of the epic and thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it but left the theater with an unusual sorrow. No more potter movies or books, and bidding adieu to the charming boy took some toll on the heart.

The rescue: Last night watched the Hindi movie ‘Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara’ (No second life). Not only the movie lightened up the heart, it taught me what I am not best at, life. There were many before but, this movie had in it what we all call ‘aura’. The light will strike places in your heart (if you have one) that shall remind you where you are, why you are and who you are.

0600 EST: Nor I can complain nor I wait. At 2100 hrs today I write these lines in anticipation of tomorrow to wake up early by 0600 and watch the ‘God’ step into the Lord’s Cricket Ground. As much hype as one can, around the world the Cricket lovers will be waiting desperately to catch the wholesome experience of raining themselves into watching a competitive game of ‘Test Cricket’ between what everyone believe as the best batting line up in the world vs a ‘tall’ bowling attack.

Devil’s paradise has enough blood to suck upon and its happy now.

….all things 🙂

The face of the coward

July 14th, 2011

Call it jihad or terrorism, extremism or fanatism, when it ends with the loss of innocent lives, the most appropriate meaning of such action is nothing but ‘cowardice’ and the group or person responsible is nothing but a coward.

Wednesday’s Mumbai bomb attack, make no mistake is not a lapse in intelligence or governance or democracy; it is nothing but a bunch of impotent individuals or groups who hide their faces behind and perpetrate an attack on innocent civilians who does not either care their ideologies or don’t give a ‘damn’ to what ‘principles’ these cowards adhere to.

My heart goes out for all those innocents who have lost and got their lives effected by the bomb blasts.

On a given day

September 13th, 2010

“Whatever that exists in this World, exists in this story and whatever that doesn’t, it either exists anywhere”. This was Vyasa’s quote on his book ‘Jaya’ widely popular as Mahabharata. Obviously he was talking about the knowledge and wisdom that the story has to offer and also about the intricacies of humans and their relationships. Seldom he would have thought that the same is applicable to India today.

If someone consolidates all the news about India on a given day, it would be so overwhelmingly astonishing to observe that there is literally nothing that you can image that you cannot find it in there. A mother killing her only child, a daughter being raped by a father, person killed for a penny, student abused by teacher, teacher shot by a student, wife killing her husband, husband burning his wife, student committing suicide, people of same language fighting amongst each other, war over property, demand for separate state, atrocities of the minority, religious fanaticism, etc., the list is so long and unending that even Gods above would spend their entire life gulping it.

It is no wonder that India remains the only place on the planet which is pluralist. The gamut of cultures, religions, races, traditions, languages, all contribute to its rich vibrancy and simultaneously participate into its myriad problems.

On a given day, everything under the sky happens in India. The corrupt politicians still live in their 80’s, more than national life expectancy eating national resources like mud worms, raping their own children and sleeping with their own mothers.

On a given day, if God has to decent on earth and clean the sinners, he would ask for two days, one for India and the other for the rest of the world.

God bless India.

The Idol

August 15th, 2010

Happy Independence Day.

Symbiosis of aesthetically pleasing blissful notes, colossal happiness of rhythm, blissful and revitalizing sensation of flawless music, electrifying yet sensual sound, an ecstasy of boundless experience, mixed in proportions of mathematical precision, Indian Idol 5 journey was a true yet inspiring magic. It is not wonder that the breath of singing talent comes from a nation who listens with heart and soul and made music their walk and talk. Kudos to Sreeramchandra to have become Indian Idol 5 to have proven once again that talent and hard work are so precious that it takes someone to excavate and refine it. When Independence Day celebrates with such melody, the nation simply sails on, millions of people were at their blissful best listening to the chorus of their proud sons and daughters.

There were participants and there was participation. People who believed that they are competing against their soul to discover their inner sanctum are no doubt have come to the finals. Most musical shows have one thing in common, melodious music with suspenseful twits, turns, comments and commodities (ads). What they achieve in the end is more than all of these combined. Personification of one’s soul, discovering inner-self, glorification of talent and expression of love.

It is our boon to have watched and cheered the contestants all along, traveling musical miles with the thirst for talent and bestowed with blissful music. More than anything, voice is a God’s gift and when it reaches millions, the soul is happy and more than anything, God is happy. One is not an Idol because of the crown, one is not an idol because of victory and one is certainly not an idol because of a prize. Idol is ‘IDentification Of Love’. A truth so deserved for winning one-self and respecting the sanctity of voice, a gift, that one got from God.

I am happy to have followed if not the complete journey, at least some of it and truly have enjoyed every single moment of it. Thanks again God for giving me the ability to hear and hear Go(o)d.

Congratulations! to all the participants.

Mera Bharat ….( ! Mayhem ! ) – Part #3

August 4th, 2010

Reading Maximum City by Suketu Mehta gave me wonderful insight into the ‘workings’ of Mumbai. Half way through, I felt that the city that I love is like a big onion with layers of truth, deception, lies, crime and everything under the Sun. While the interesting part is that Mumbai is actually India, the rest of the country is no different. They just have less to peel.

Hyderabad will and always has been my other soul. The city that I grew up with told and continue to tell me stories. Childhood’s perception was so nice and wonderful that I get to look only at paradise with occasional blips. Teens have been transformed into building wisdom around living and let live theories. College days were ecstatic and enthusiastic and PG days were eye openers. Life in that Metro had been a bliss. For every good story even like Ramayana, there is Ravan, a ten-headed evil doer who along with himself take his people down. Unfortunately for the modern day Ramayana, there are no Ramas; Ravans, aplenty.

Politics in modern India was more to do with power than people and the willingness to mud-sliding reminds me of the village buffaloes enjoying their time in whatever slut they find. Of course, it is not only crime but unapologetic to compare  our politicians to anything living or dead, even coincidentally! I do not know for certainty if ‘kharma’ is a Sanskrit word or not, but in India, politicians do the ‘karma’ and people bear the ‘kharma’. In Telugu/Sanskrit language karma is deed while kharma is bad fate.

The other day there was a small debate between few of us in the office over lunch about the Telangana agitation. One of the person argued that, what the agitation is all about is to get back to status quo when Telangana was indeed a separate state. I asked him “what is so significant about that particular period of history?”. We had many kingdoms in the past and for that matter much of India was under single umbrella when the great emperor Asoka was ruling the land. Why not go back to that Status Quo? While this is more of an argument, the pinching point of discussion was that of a B.Tech. student from Osmania who committed suicide because one of the Congress leaders lost his election. He had a oath upon himself that he will kill himself in joy if that person does not win the election. The entire Telangana agitators made that student a hero because he sacrificed for the cause of  Telangana. No where in his will nor his intentions point that fact. He was more of a stupid and a loser who doesn’t know anything but commit suicide. Never even once he might have thought that life is a gift of God and he could have utilized it for better. Nor he had thought of his parents and family as they grieve in shame over their son’s coward act for rest of their lives.

Incident like this bloat the chapters of history with permanent ink of blood. They make the words underneath breath heavy highlighting the foreground and keep the writing in the background to fading black. The battle of good vs evil is a never ending cycle and people take sides that in their best interest. The people are really at war having no clue that the kings that are fighting with each other are counting how many soldiers have died rather than whose soldiers have died. They do not care about sides, they care about power.

Smart(er) Phone

July 17th, 2010

It looks like we’ve been behaving more like those idiots who inadvertently established self-imposed brand loyalty shelling money without self-realization. Stranger than fiction this truth changed the land scape of human relations. People take their brands to their hearts and arguments, debates and comparisons have dominated simple, loving, caring and thriving relationships. I personally do not have a favorite phone, because technology evolves and so does we. My calculations are obviously simple, do we get what we want for what we pay? However simple this may sound, the current smart phone market has changed the way we think about phones. Very unfortunately, Apple the company well known for their quality designs have completely changed the way people perceive their devices. I hate Apple more for making a smart phone a smarter phone. The phone is something that does what we want and how we like, however, we started liking what it does and what it gives. This is sad for civilized people who make decisions based on brands. I don’t own an Apple product because I hate it, it is simply because it is an useless product for me. I would rather prefer to buy a desktop/laptop, printer, web cam, good set of speakers, a 22″ LCD, smooth and wide keyboard and a mouse which responds to the way I want rather than buying a Apple Laptop for double the cost for these combined stuff. The math doesn’t match my requirements, that’s all.

No two people think the same, but when thinking is dominated by stature and the stature is dominated by a brand, you loose yourself. Many of my peers think iPhone is a superior product without even bothering to see if there is competition and how they fair with one another and ultimately what is it that makes more sense to them. Again, there are no comparisons here.

I have a Blackberry Pearl, i picked it up as a choice in one amongst the others that I was getting FREE for signing up a 2-yr contract with AT&T. I never had plans to check my email on a phone nor browse internet over it. And the so called APPS (most people think that Apple invented APPS, dumber!) were available on my Blackberry even then. For some stupid reason AT&T goofed up my monthly charges simply because I gave my BB to my wife as I started using another touch screen phone which I borrowed from my deceased cousin (a memorabilia of sorts). It took me 15 calls and 8 hours of talk-time to fix the issue (hopefully fixed). I bought a cell phone for being able to call someone from anywhere, whether in need or not. The current day so called smart phones have defeated that purpose. People are fascinated with their GPS on their bright LCD, but still carry a stand-alone GPS, they are fascinated by their browsing capabilities on their phones, yet 99% of their browsing is done when a convenient and a faster PC is available within their reach. Or they would simply browse something that makes no sense at all. People are buying APPS for money without realizing if it makes sense or not. Smart phone are now smarter and smarter people are now smart, actually dumb.

Why would a person stand in a line for days to buy a phone? I simply does not get it. I would like to ask that person what is it that made him happy at the end, having that phone or its usage? Of course humans are extremely smart for justifying everything they do. My friends ask me, “if iPhone is really not that great, why would people buy it with such craze?”, I do not have an answer that will satisfy them, but I do have for myself. Because, they are buying a smarter phone and not a smart phone.

Now its my turn. I need a phone, just a smart phone and nothing more than that. Why? Because I could not do somethings that I would like to do over the internet when I am at my office. This is ridiculous because you are supposed to work and not browse when you are at office, isn’t it? Anyway, as I said before, we have our own explanations for everything and anything we do. I am not buying an iPhone because it costs me more, I am not buying an Droid because it costs me more, I am buying a EVO (most likely) because it costs me less.

I hate to see any company dominating the land scape of technology because its simply is not in our best interest. I love Microsoft for not its products but making our lives simple over the period for much less that we get from the competition. Google’s Android is picking up not because its better than iPhone’s iOS4 but because its open and available. Microsoft is coming up with their Windows Phone 7 OS, which promises better integration between APPS which simultaneously helping enterprises incorporate their WAP, wireless based technologies work in tandem. Most managers love to check their emails on their BB, come Windows OS, I guess they would love to check their Outlook directly without mediation.

I hope to see one day we just buy smart phones and become smarter. Long live civilization.

Where the ends meet

July 15th, 2010

I have been craving to write for long time, but my thoughts never met it ends. So much to read and so little to write, somehow the equation is not setting right. There is a void in the air with kids spending their summer in India this time. We both miss them and dear, it is heavy! There is so much time now for me and my wife that we spend it thinking what to think. One by one things pile up and the weekend goes by in a zip with complete ineffectiveness, keeping our lazy spirits still at bay. Reading continues and my mind found its solace, it is the heart that turned into a monkey just jumping from nowhere to everywhere. Its confusing and yet clear, its hard yet normal. Its more of WTF attitude you know.

Reading Maximum City brings me back my ’96 days of spending some wonderful time in Mumbai. Thanks to Tassi Maama (my wife’s cousin) to have dropped two of the best books. Was little disappointed to look at my Sis (Prabha) after they came back from India, she looked tired, an expression and state she never knew before, at least I never knew. My VISA, Lakshmi’s passport; a bureaucratic tussle of sorts were finally done (not done done, but done). Now I need to go all the way to DC as if I can fly and get that stuff from the Embassy and the newly outsourced office next to Georgetown Mall. BTW, when I went this morning there, after parking in a structure, I realized that its right under the shopping mall. It was vintage in its look but was gorgeous. Sometimes its good to be in a place where you can ill afford to go by car.

Be it New York or DC, cities have always fascinated me. Again, Maximum City is just drilling my brain right now and shoveling those memories. In my usual ways, I keep reading the Apple bashing these days (wont’ lie, but I like it) and the gulf-oil leak and other potpourri. Like me their ends doesn’t meet either.

So I ask myself, should I walk on the left line or the right? In any case they don’t meet right now and I think I need to buy a chalk and draw a line across. Only, I don’t find one right now.

More later…BTW what is this fuss all about?