Last week was really interesting. Too many things happened to mention, of which here i mention one...
Interviewer: Who the hell do you think you are.??!! Get up, go to the door and say it to me.
Student: Sir..I am (bla bla bla bla)( he was tinge nervous ).
Interviewer: Why is your left hand moving?
Student: I don't know sir.
Interviewer: What hell do you mean you dont know.!!! bloody hell you say that you are confident etc etc etc all bullshit, and i see your bloody hand oscillating...who do you think i am.? you think i don't know, huh.?? These kind of people is exactly what i don't want!! I will take in bullshit but i bloody don't want people whose hands bloody start oscillating like a bloody pendulum, bullshit!! You are not worth being in TCS. I assure you you are out!.
Interviewer:(after some time) Do you have any questions for me.?
Student: Yes, sir.
Interviewer: What ? ask it and go..
Student: Why was my left hand moving?
The interviewer had no good answer. The student was venky, and he is now a part of TCS. The interviewer's name we still don't know. He grilled every student he interviewed and asked hell like questions. Everyone called him Raghu, for he was bald. But, he didn't reject a single student he had the talk with. He interviewed nearly 10 or 12 from my college, and selected all of them. I was one of them. In a moment, from Raghu he became Auro.
This happened last week. After two days of grueling wait, at 7 30 pm, the T&P officer announced the names. When my name was announced i knew what was happiness, i felt what relief was. I understood what satisfaction was. But most of all, after a long time, i knew where i was,i knew what i was. I had an offer letter which said i would be paid 315,000 Rs in an year.
Next day, i was called up by Infocepts Technologies (remember 'Collapsed Anxiety' Sept08.?). They wanted to give me an offer letter as well. I went there, and after some wait, they gave me an offer letter, no an appointment letter !!! Since i was already working on a project with them, i was given direct appointment as a data warehouse associate. I didn't know what to do!! i was presently the only person in YCCE with multiple job offers.!!!!
I came back home and read the letter to mom. You are being offered a job at 3,00,0000 Rs annually. For a moment i couldn't realize what the fault was, but then i realized there was a problem..!!! A big big problem!!! instead of 3,00,000 they had accidentally added one more zero!!!!! So right now i was holding an offer letter for 30 lacs in an year!!!!! Obviously it was an error, but it was enough to make me enjoy that moment!!! This happened yesterday.
Now, when i was all set to check out the mail from TCS ( which i was told to follow in order to get some official stuff ), i didn't have that mail, when everyone had already got it. To add to my worries the other vishnu pillai in my class called me then and told that he had the mail from TCS, with all his details!!! Oh, dear!!! Now what!!! i checked the selection letter, the TCS id was not mine, it was of the other vishnu's ( he could not get to the finals)...Oh God where was I!!! I didn't know what to do, where to go, whom to call, whom to tell, nothing.!! I had just rejected a 30lacs offer (though a printing mistake), and here i was with a placement letter that had details of another vishnu!!!! I was in complete chaos, i was nervous.
After all this, when I stood in front of my mirror,thinking what to do? what not to do? whom to call? what to say? what not to say? ,all i saw was one thing:
my left hand was moving.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
C for CAT...C for Catastrophe..
After one and a half year of hard work, one and a half year of time, on the fourth day of December this year, my mind was full of fear. Not fear of maths, nor DI, nor English...it was a fear of something no CAT taker had ever experienced till this year, the fear of a crashed server. The fear of not being able to even get an opportunity to even knock on the doors of the Indian Institutes of Management. The fear that after an year an half of heart felt preparation, a single worm nimbda or a conflicker would end it all in a matter or minutes and ruin everything we yearned for. No need to doubt, i am talking about the phenomenon called CAT. Perhaps a new definition for ailurophobia!!!
There has been so much of talk already, petitions being filed, etc etc. Personally, I have no feeling even in any corner of my mind that the paper would be scrapped. They have invested too much already. But for a student like me, a student who has no shortage of dreams by any means, a student who has toiled hard to get that opportunity to push his limits and be recognized for what he is and not for what he wants to be, the absence of the opportunity means more than that investment, its incalculable. The pain of missing out a chance when all your colleagues and friends have successfully completed the test, with no errors, just adds salt to the already unhealable wound.
Numerous such wounded students are holding their telephone receivers right now and dialing a number they never wished they would need to. The Prometric student helpline. And all they are hearing is the busy tone. Imagine the mental agony a student faces when finally he gets the call connected only to hear that he cannot be helped in his case. That feeling is not recommended for any light hearted, in fact it's not recommended for any one.!! It kills. And there's not just one or two students who faced that dreadful situation, there are thousands. Which include potential IIM students, students who had an average of 99.89 percentile in all the mock CATs they had taken, students who were toppers, all were now holding telephone receivers, checking mailboxes, message inboxes, waiting for the mail that never came for many.
I do not know how prometric is prepared to answer the questions these students would have in store for them. I don't know how Prometric is prepared to answer the parents of all the students who got depressed on missing out on the exam they had waited for so long. So many questions have already raised against Prometric, why no learned person to help students? Why did their software get hanged when they wanted to answer the question? Why did some students get more time to answer.? Why couldn't they see the diagrams .?? And for god's sake why cant they even take the test!!!!??
They never had answers to these questions, so no more questions....Shame on You Prometric!!
There has been so much of talk already, petitions being filed, etc etc. Personally, I have no feeling even in any corner of my mind that the paper would be scrapped. They have invested too much already. But for a student like me, a student who has no shortage of dreams by any means, a student who has toiled hard to get that opportunity to push his limits and be recognized for what he is and not for what he wants to be, the absence of the opportunity means more than that investment, its incalculable. The pain of missing out a chance when all your colleagues and friends have successfully completed the test, with no errors, just adds salt to the already unhealable wound.
Numerous such wounded students are holding their telephone receivers right now and dialing a number they never wished they would need to. The Prometric student helpline. And all they are hearing is the busy tone. Imagine the mental agony a student faces when finally he gets the call connected only to hear that he cannot be helped in his case. That feeling is not recommended for any light hearted, in fact it's not recommended for any one.!! It kills. And there's not just one or two students who faced that dreadful situation, there are thousands. Which include potential IIM students, students who had an average of 99.89 percentile in all the mock CATs they had taken, students who were toppers, all were now holding telephone receivers, checking mailboxes, message inboxes, waiting for the mail that never came for many.
I do not know how prometric is prepared to answer the questions these students would have in store for them. I don't know how Prometric is prepared to answer the parents of all the students who got depressed on missing out on the exam they had waited for so long. So many questions have already raised against Prometric, why no learned person to help students? Why did their software get hanged when they wanted to answer the question? Why did some students get more time to answer.? Why couldn't they see the diagrams .?? And for god's sake why cant they even take the test!!!!??
They never had answers to these questions, so no more questions....Shame on You Prometric!!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
A Year of Sepuchral Silence...
"Three Kings, mere 3 raje!!" , "One more from me le ek aur raja"...next was Rahul's chance..." Challenge!!".His dad was bluffing. Rahul had won the hand. Since he had the 4th king!!
Rahul Yadav a ten year old boy was waiting with his mom and dad at the railway station. The Train was still to come, and so to pass time they played a card game very famous with small boys, Challenge! They were moving away to their native place in Patna. They were going away from the land where they were hated, beaten up, their bread snatched away from them by some lingua-fanatics. They had no option but to go back to the land where they starved without jobs, no land, nothing. With that dying feeling, Rahul's dad was playing cards with his only son at the station.
Before he could play the next hand, he heard some loud bangs some where near. Diwali left overs maybe...but that wasn't to be so. That feeling was over the moment they saw people running away everywhere. They tried to comprehend, but by then there were two men with backpacks, one of them wearing a versace tshirt, and holding an AK-47 and walking towards them. They felt as if the MNS had decided to kill people like them. Rahul's mom took him in her arms, but soon he heard her scream. Her blood was on his face. A bullet had pierced her chest. Both fell down, his dad too was down in blood, Rahul was silent. The date was 26/11/2008.
Numerous such Rahuls young and old were all over Mumbai. Numerous of them could never see the next day. So many of them could never walk again. Rahul could never speak again. The Guns' had silenced his voice. He was not a victim of bullets, but a victim of his mother's blood on his face, a victim of seeing his dad die, he was a victim of trauma. So many Rahuls never knew the thing called trauma. The place he last knew was CST. The date they knew was 26/11/2008.
All over Mumbai, people died to the bullets sprayed. And then came the saviors wearing black uniforms. All anger in their eyes, Vengeance in their hearts, Carbines in their hands, in came the security guards. The National Security Guards. The came they saw...but their conquer took time. A lot of time. A lot of lives, a lost heritage, a lost pride, a lost morale, and many lost families. The siege was over. I still remember the loud cheer that people gave for the NSG when they returned after the Nariman Point operation.
One year has passed since then. Many rules changed, many blank spaces. One year when the man with the versace tshirt became the face of terror. The man whose name the world knows. Ajmal Kasab. Ajmal Qasav. Ajmal Kasav. Ajmal Qasab. One year has passed since then, more than 200 died. But this man still lives, complains about the food, laughs at lawyers, laughs at witnesses. For all others, the sepulchral silence still continues. Rahul never spoke again, he lives in an orphanage in Mumbai. The NSG has improved. People have changed. The Taj is open again. But when the Home minister says such attacks will be avoided, such attackers will be put to justice, all that i can say is, "CHALLENGE!".
Rahul Yadav a ten year old boy was waiting with his mom and dad at the railway station. The Train was still to come, and so to pass time they played a card game very famous with small boys, Challenge! They were moving away to their native place in Patna. They were going away from the land where they were hated, beaten up, their bread snatched away from them by some lingua-fanatics. They had no option but to go back to the land where they starved without jobs, no land, nothing. With that dying feeling, Rahul's dad was playing cards with his only son at the station.
Before he could play the next hand, he heard some loud bangs some where near. Diwali left overs maybe...but that wasn't to be so. That feeling was over the moment they saw people running away everywhere. They tried to comprehend, but by then there were two men with backpacks, one of them wearing a versace tshirt, and holding an AK-47 and walking towards them. They felt as if the MNS had decided to kill people like them. Rahul's mom took him in her arms, but soon he heard her scream. Her blood was on his face. A bullet had pierced her chest. Both fell down, his dad too was down in blood, Rahul was silent. The date was 26/11/2008.
Numerous such Rahuls young and old were all over Mumbai. Numerous of them could never see the next day. So many of them could never walk again. Rahul could never speak again. The Guns' had silenced his voice. He was not a victim of bullets, but a victim of his mother's blood on his face, a victim of seeing his dad die, he was a victim of trauma. So many Rahuls never knew the thing called trauma. The place he last knew was CST. The date they knew was 26/11/2008.
All over Mumbai, people died to the bullets sprayed. And then came the saviors wearing black uniforms. All anger in their eyes, Vengeance in their hearts, Carbines in their hands, in came the security guards. The National Security Guards. The came they saw...but their conquer took time. A lot of time. A lot of lives, a lost heritage, a lost pride, a lost morale, and many lost families. The siege was over. I still remember the loud cheer that people gave for the NSG when they returned after the Nariman Point operation.
One year has passed since then. Many rules changed, many blank spaces. One year when the man with the versace tshirt became the face of terror. The man whose name the world knows. Ajmal Kasab. Ajmal Qasav. Ajmal Kasav. Ajmal Qasab. One year has passed since then, more than 200 died. But this man still lives, complains about the food, laughs at lawyers, laughs at witnesses. For all others, the sepulchral silence still continues. Rahul never spoke again, he lives in an orphanage in Mumbai. The NSG has improved. People have changed. The Taj is open again. But when the Home minister says such attacks will be avoided, such attackers will be put to justice, all that i can say is, "CHALLENGE!".
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Hatred for Hatred
In school, i remember, a question was asked,"
Ma'm, what is the difference between HATE and DISLIKE.??". The Answer i still remember as Kavita Ma'm said,"To dislike is temporary, but hate is unchangeable. It's much harder to hate than just dislike. So, Vishnu, never hate, dislike if you wish"
Those words still move around inside me. But things have changed since then. Today, it seems to be easier to hate than just dislike. Much much easier. Within minutes one hates the other more than one's life. " I Hate you " is heard more often than anything. Look around and you'll find something to hate. Has the world changed this much in so less time.? How do i know!!
But i do know one thing for sure...The world wont have changed if there had been no such thing as hatred. Imagine a world were there were no issues. India would never have been parted. There would've been no enemy, no anger, no fights, no cases, no worries! America would've stayed as it was, the World Trade center still working. The stock market at 50000. No Taliban, No Al-queda. No LTTE, No ULFA, No Maoists. No bandhs no bans no lathicharge. No violence. Somalian waters would become safe. Lebanon war chiefs wouldn't exist. Iraq would be green again. Afghanistan would again become a cultural haven. The Earth would become heaven.
But such a utopia doesn't even exist in our dreams. The word hatred has changed us all. We watch Raj Thackeray's men beat up an elected representative and what do we do.??? Simple!! Just change the channel!! We watch beheading of people...change the channel. We watch lathicharge on students...change the channel. We watch Katrina Kaif...we wont change the channel. We watch Sa Re Ga Ma...we wont change the channel. In the End, it doesn't even matter. May be we hate hatred.
"Hate Hatred before Hatred starts to Hate you!" The paradox remains. We love to hate, we hate to love and there's no such thing as dislike!
Ma'm, what is the difference between HATE and DISLIKE.??". The Answer i still remember as Kavita Ma'm said,"To dislike is temporary, but hate is unchangeable. It's much harder to hate than just dislike. So, Vishnu, never hate, dislike if you wish"
Those words still move around inside me. But things have changed since then. Today, it seems to be easier to hate than just dislike. Much much easier. Within minutes one hates the other more than one's life. " I Hate you " is heard more often than anything. Look around and you'll find something to hate. Has the world changed this much in so less time.? How do i know!!
But i do know one thing for sure...The world wont have changed if there had been no such thing as hatred. Imagine a world were there were no issues. India would never have been parted. There would've been no enemy, no anger, no fights, no cases, no worries! America would've stayed as it was, the World Trade center still working. The stock market at 50000. No Taliban, No Al-queda. No LTTE, No ULFA, No Maoists. No bandhs no bans no lathicharge. No violence. Somalian waters would become safe. Lebanon war chiefs wouldn't exist. Iraq would be green again. Afghanistan would again become a cultural haven. The Earth would become heaven.
But such a utopia doesn't even exist in our dreams. The word hatred has changed us all. We watch Raj Thackeray's men beat up an elected representative and what do we do.??? Simple!! Just change the channel!! We watch beheading of people...change the channel. We watch lathicharge on students...change the channel. We watch Katrina Kaif...we wont change the channel. We watch Sa Re Ga Ma...we wont change the channel. In the End, it doesn't even matter. May be we hate hatred.
"Hate Hatred before Hatred starts to Hate you!" The paradox remains. We love to hate, we hate to love and there's no such thing as dislike!
Friday, October 30, 2009
EGGzams!!
Every year, for every student, comes a time when they run out of time. A time when everyone feels he is suffering from a short term memory loss, a time when everyone hates 2 and half hours more than the entire year,a time when one hates god, when at every moment one feels that his future depends on what he does in the next half hour(though actually it wont ever be!!), a time when the predicament induces a chagrin that persecutes for long, a time when we run out of words, numbers, names, expressions!! This is how i can define the most dramatic moment (a collection of moments, rather) in a student's life, Exam. I prefer calling it EGGzam.
How long could i run away from it, the amnesia that lasts for not more than 3 hours. It was a paper i never liked, (as is the case most of the times). As always, the whole semester i was idle, work-less, worthless, and thanks to the university had 3 days to prepare for the paper(every engineer loves the university for justttt that!!). This is how i studied...rather, this is how you contract a 3 hour amnesia:
Day 0(after the previous paper): 3 din chhutti hai!! aaaj rest!!!!! bahut mehnat ki aaj! I deserve rest!
Day 1: pehle hi din kya padhne ka bey!
call 1: Sid, meri VBD tere paas hai.?
call 2: Damya, meri VBD ghuum gai, extra VBD jama sakta?
call 3: kaddy, me aata tere ghar raatko, mujhe kuchhhh to samjhana, meko kuchh bhi nahi aata!!
Day 2:Aaj section A karta, kal section B, hogaya!! wow what a plan!!
call 1: Sid, kya padh raha.?? kab padhega.? hao kya??? chhod fir me bhi shaamko shuru karta!! kya karraha.?
Day 3:kuchh nahi aata what to do?? what to do?? section A karu ki B.?? shit!!!
call 1: Sid, fattt rahi bey! kuchh bhi nahi aaraha...papers dekhe kya??
call 2: Kad, page 433 dekh, meko kuchh bhi nahi samjha bey!! jama to batana...fattt rahi bey!!
call 3: Damya, hello!! hello!! soya hai kya.? achha theekay soja soja...
And after all that, as everyone would do, pray.!!!! Pray that you sit on the second last bench, pray that section A has all 5 questions on unit 1, pray that it would be the simplest paper ever, pray that the paper has many mistakes so you would get many marks for free, pray that your neighbor has chits, and lastly, pray that the paper gets postponed!
I did all that and in the end, forgot everything!! The paper was the worst i ever saw, all positive attitude etc, drained off. I hated the 3 hrs more than the whole year, i ran out of time, i felt that the whole of my future depends on what i write now, I hated God, I was running short of words names equations, the predicament had induced a chagrin...I was in the middle of the EGGzam...
...I was suffering from the 3 hr amnesia.
How long could i run away from it, the amnesia that lasts for not more than 3 hours. It was a paper i never liked, (as is the case most of the times). As always, the whole semester i was idle, work-less, worthless, and thanks to the university had 3 days to prepare for the paper(every engineer loves the university for justttt that!!). This is how i studied...rather, this is how you contract a 3 hour amnesia:
Day 0(after the previous paper): 3 din chhutti hai!! aaaj rest!!!!! bahut mehnat ki aaj! I deserve rest!
Day 1: pehle hi din kya padhne ka bey!
call 1: Sid, meri VBD tere paas hai.?
call 2: Damya, meri VBD ghuum gai, extra VBD jama sakta?
call 3: kaddy, me aata tere ghar raatko, mujhe kuchhhh to samjhana, meko kuchh bhi nahi aata!!
Day 2:Aaj section A karta, kal section B, hogaya!! wow what a plan!!
call 1: Sid, kya padh raha.?? kab padhega.? hao kya??? chhod fir me bhi shaamko shuru karta!! kya karraha.?
Day 3:kuchh nahi aata what to do?? what to do?? section A karu ki B.?? shit!!!
call 1: Sid, fattt rahi bey! kuchh bhi nahi aaraha...papers dekhe kya??
call 2: Kad, page 433 dekh, meko kuchh bhi nahi samjha bey!! jama to batana...fattt rahi bey!!
call 3: Damya, hello!! hello!! soya hai kya.? achha theekay soja soja...
And after all that, as everyone would do, pray.!!!! Pray that you sit on the second last bench, pray that section A has all 5 questions on unit 1, pray that it would be the simplest paper ever, pray that the paper has many mistakes so you would get many marks for free, pray that your neighbor has chits, and lastly, pray that the paper gets postponed!
I did all that and in the end, forgot everything!! The paper was the worst i ever saw, all positive attitude etc, drained off. I hated the 3 hrs more than the whole year, i ran out of time, i felt that the whole of my future depends on what i write now, I hated God, I was running short of words names equations, the predicament had induced a chagrin...I was in the middle of the EGGzam...
...I was suffering from the 3 hr amnesia.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
War at our doorsteps....inside we sleep.
This weird thought came in my mind when i was watching the 60th National day celebration by China. It was by far the biggest show of military might ever, more than that i had the feeling that i share with many, that it was a show for the world to see. It was a warning to the US and India not to mingle with them or else this is what will play with you!
A really bad feeling persists in my mind that there will be war in not much time. A war that wont be good for India by any means. Who knows, may be a repeat of 1962. Certainly, we won the war against Pakistan in '47, '65, '71 and also in '99, but the situation now is hell different. China has developed like a virus, from nowhere to everywhere. Pakistan has developed its army thanks to the timely aid given by stupid Americans. The US is facing the worst of the recession, and is still spending billions of its money in the much acclaimed but no result cum never ending "War on terror". I wonder how much money they will have in coming years with such a high expenditure.
Nepal, India's supporter in international politics for all these years has a Maoist Government that hates India. Bangladesh has already been sending in terrorists in the east through support from (father)Pakistan. Myanmar never liked India. SriLanka is already torn to pieces. And Now, if War breaks out...God knows...no..everyone knows what would happen.
The moment China attacks India, for its claim on Arunachal and Assam, Pakistan no doubt would seize this golden opportunity(they are well known for that), and attack India from the Northwestern front. Bangladesh and Burma may join Chinese hands( China has been working on that for years). Nepal may betray, who knows. Americans would be forced to support Pakistan(for all AID they've been giving) but since they too are against China, may refrain from doing anything! America, as they have done in both the World Wars, would stay and watch. And would enter only when it nears its end.
So, who will come for India's rescue?? EU?? why? Russia?? They are already starving, still they might support, but China may overpower them(I hope not!). We will be at our own risks. India will have to fight it out all by itself. The moment there is support from Russia, North Korea would help China. Israel, Iran may help Pak, EU may at that stage help India with material. And in no time....it would be a World War. And remember India, Pak, China, Russia, N.Korea, USA, all are equipped with Nuclear weapons!!
And here we are today, finding water on Moon!!! Spending 500cr on Statues! Worried about Austerity!!Pilots fighting for salaries!! People in our own lands don't have water, and we spend 450 cr for finding water on the moon!! And no one cares about where Indian Army stands in technological development. We still use MIGs bought decades ago, Bofors bought in 80s, Tanks used in 72!! Indians seem to be worried about the Champions Trophy. Worried about Rakhi Sawant's marriage! Who would be the next Roadie!!
Hell!.....wake up!! or you would never get a chance to ever wake up from sleep...
A really bad feeling persists in my mind that there will be war in not much time. A war that wont be good for India by any means. Who knows, may be a repeat of 1962. Certainly, we won the war against Pakistan in '47, '65, '71 and also in '99, but the situation now is hell different. China has developed like a virus, from nowhere to everywhere. Pakistan has developed its army thanks to the timely aid given by stupid Americans. The US is facing the worst of the recession, and is still spending billions of its money in the much acclaimed but no result cum never ending "War on terror". I wonder how much money they will have in coming years with such a high expenditure.
Nepal, India's supporter in international politics for all these years has a Maoist Government that hates India. Bangladesh has already been sending in terrorists in the east through support from (father)Pakistan. Myanmar never liked India. SriLanka is already torn to pieces. And Now, if War breaks out...God knows...no..everyone knows what would happen.
The moment China attacks India, for its claim on Arunachal and Assam, Pakistan no doubt would seize this golden opportunity(they are well known for that), and attack India from the Northwestern front. Bangladesh and Burma may join Chinese hands( China has been working on that for years). Nepal may betray, who knows. Americans would be forced to support Pakistan(for all AID they've been giving) but since they too are against China, may refrain from doing anything! America, as they have done in both the World Wars, would stay and watch. And would enter only when it nears its end.
So, who will come for India's rescue?? EU?? why? Russia?? They are already starving, still they might support, but China may overpower them(I hope not!). We will be at our own risks. India will have to fight it out all by itself. The moment there is support from Russia, North Korea would help China. Israel, Iran may help Pak, EU may at that stage help India with material. And in no time....it would be a World War. And remember India, Pak, China, Russia, N.Korea, USA, all are equipped with Nuclear weapons!!
And here we are today, finding water on Moon!!! Spending 500cr on Statues! Worried about Austerity!!Pilots fighting for salaries!! People in our own lands don't have water, and we spend 450 cr for finding water on the moon!! And no one cares about where Indian Army stands in technological development. We still use MIGs bought decades ago, Bofors bought in 80s, Tanks used in 72!! Indians seem to be worried about the Champions Trophy. Worried about Rakhi Sawant's marriage! Who would be the next Roadie!!
Hell!.....wake up!! or you would never get a chance to ever wake up from sleep...
Thursday, September 24, 2009
IITs: Hungry kya.??
Couldn't blog because of exams, blogging now as am bored with these exams!
The Newspapers seem to be having a nice time in this pre-season part of the year with the IITian professors going on a hunger strike to get their pays corrected! Pay? IITian professor? worry? hunger strike? seems absolutely preposterous.
A guy on tweeter said that the govt should not throw peanuts, as they would only end up attracting monkeys. I don't understand why these IITian professors are acting like monkeys by refusing to eat?? And that too for a pay hike? These people should indeed be hungry for knowledge rather than money. IITs are known for the kind of knowledge they give, the researches they conduct successfully, The great Alumni, but now we have IITs on the front pages of newspapers for an issue regarding salaries!! Looks so odd, vague, bohemian, and of course ridiculous!
I read the complete news and it was then i came to know the extent to which these ingenious professors have become ingenuous. They want a 100% pay hike ( I've never seen or heard that happen ). The comparisons they show are that of a Harvard or an Oxford professor's salary with theirs. Sure, they get lesser salaries, no doubt, but i don't understand how these genius professors forgot that the Oxford and the Harvard Universities are the richest universities in the world! They create money for their own. They create a revenue worth millions!! Compared to that, IITs produce NIL!! And now they are on a HUNGER STRIKE for an increase in pay 100%!! No word better that ridiculous can be worth using here.
The IITs and the IIMs are independent, right, but still they are Govt colleges. And interestingly, they (professors)get a pay that is equivalent to a professor's pay at oxford(The professor there gets a salary tantamount with the Govt employee). Moreover, another demand the IITs make is regarding autonomy in selecting permanent teachers and professors. The norm they want is that a PhD who comes there for the job must be given the permanent contract right away (WHYY??). The norm currently used is that the new person must be given a three year temporary status after which if he is suitable be given the permanent job. What's the problem with that!!?? The first time i read this, i felt i had read it wrong, and the IITs demand must have been the second one. I was wrong. The second time i read with assurance and all i could say was "Ridiculous".
I have full respect for the IITs for the quality of education they provide, the students they have, the knowledge they possess. But i feel bad to say that they are acting no less than politicians who end up making stupid demands and follow even more stupid ways to achieve them. JAI HIND!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Collapsed Anxiety...
Yesterday was one of the most intriguing days for me. An absolutely boring day with nothing new to do than just regret for not being able to wake up early, regrettable studies, regrettable actions,etc. But the way it turned around to make it a day worth living again was something i really enjoyed.
I was bored. All day there was nothing to do. College was no different. But when i came home and looked around for something to eat, my phone rang. An unknown number. A growing sense of anxiety began just then, and i picked it up as fast as i could (the fone!). "Hello, I am Prajakta from Infocepts Technologies, Vishnu your interview with Shashank Sir ( The Chairman )is scheduled for tonight 8 pm. Will you be free?" How could i ever say no!! " Yes of course, no problem." I didn't want to kick that chance away just for a stupid class that i might miss. I said yes and got ready. The Chairman!! that very feeling was enough to trigger a volcano of anxiety.
I reached there in a somewhat formal dress, well combed hair,polished shoes....BUT NO PENN.!!! The collapse of the anxiety began just then...when i entered the cabin, it was cold, the air conditioner was facing me. In front of me was the Chairman! And i must tell you, he did look like one.! No smile on his face whatsoever, a super ironed shirt, super combed hair,and with a soft yet hard voice he asked me to be seated and immediately in a minute he gave me a shocker. An analytical problem...it was then i remembered that i had NO PEN! The collapse of anxiety was inevitable now.
What followed was a complete collapse of the eagerness and the vim that was inside me.He was adamant in the way he was questioning, and i scampered for answers. I was feeling the pressure of sitting in front of a Boss, and i had succumbed to it. He never changed one expression throughout the interview, nor did he even pay attention to my explanations. He was a BOSS.!! A Damn Boss!! An American Indian accent just added to that. In no time i was sweating profusely, and i know he had noticed it, for i was sweating in spite of the air conditioner!
The Interview got over in some time, and i was on my way back. After all the drama that was going on inside me in front of that Boss, all had gone. The internal recession seemed to be over. And by the time i reached home,i wanted to get back in there and talk to him again. The Collapsed Anxiety had just begun a resurrection.
I was bored. All day there was nothing to do. College was no different. But when i came home and looked around for something to eat, my phone rang. An unknown number. A growing sense of anxiety began just then, and i picked it up as fast as i could (the fone!). "Hello, I am Prajakta from Infocepts Technologies, Vishnu your interview with Shashank Sir ( The Chairman )is scheduled for tonight 8 pm. Will you be free?" How could i ever say no!! " Yes of course, no problem." I didn't want to kick that chance away just for a stupid class that i might miss. I said yes and got ready. The Chairman!! that very feeling was enough to trigger a volcano of anxiety.
I reached there in a somewhat formal dress, well combed hair,polished shoes....BUT NO PENN.!!! The collapse of the anxiety began just then...when i entered the cabin, it was cold, the air conditioner was facing me. In front of me was the Chairman! And i must tell you, he did look like one.! No smile on his face whatsoever, a super ironed shirt, super combed hair,and with a soft yet hard voice he asked me to be seated and immediately in a minute he gave me a shocker. An analytical problem...it was then i remembered that i had NO PEN! The collapse of anxiety was inevitable now.
What followed was a complete collapse of the eagerness and the vim that was inside me.He was adamant in the way he was questioning, and i scampered for answers. I was feeling the pressure of sitting in front of a Boss, and i had succumbed to it. He never changed one expression throughout the interview, nor did he even pay attention to my explanations. He was a BOSS.!! A Damn Boss!! An American Indian accent just added to that. In no time i was sweating profusely, and i know he had noticed it, for i was sweating in spite of the air conditioner!
The Interview got over in some time, and i was on my way back. After all the drama that was going on inside me in front of that Boss, all had gone. The internal recession seemed to be over. And by the time i reached home,i wanted to get back in there and talk to him again. The Collapsed Anxiety had just begun a resurrection.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Down and Out!
I don't know if what i am writing is comprehensible, reprehensible,sententious, simply inscrutable or just insouciant rubbish , but i am painting my heart out on this canvas and for me it no longer matters if it's worth even a penny of praise or curse. Abstruse as it may seem, my mind is no different. Complex, terse, spectral, sordid or whatever one would call, it ain't far from a guess.
Life as it's quite common for everyone is full of bonds. Technical, emotional, psychological, and even professional bonds. My mind ain't different. Bonds Bonds and more bonds; covalent,ionic and magnetic. The problem arises when these bonds start tightening and make it difficult to respire. That problem is one of those in which i am just not able to find a way out. All around there's a feeling of being lost in a labyrinth of blood, a labyrinth of relations, a chakravyuh destined to kill you, a feeling that makes me feel no less than an Eklavya who did everything he could but still succumbed to the chakravyuh. For the first time in my life I've ran out of solutions.
"Never opened my self this way...
Life is ours, we live it our way..." ,says Metallica. Am feeling no different. "All these words i don't just say....
And nothing else matters...".
Few days back i felt if i were a child....but now i dont. I do not want to relive these days where each second I am dying. A Hemorrhage that can't be cured. A Mind that has not yet healed, for everyday it gets hurt. There are so many ways to kill someone, but there's one way that has killed me not once, but many many times. Words. Sometimes some words make ya feel great, some words can make ya happy, some words can make you cry, but there are some words that kill. Some words that take no time to pierce through the otherwise impregnable mind. I have enough holes in there caused by these simple looking words. And it Hurts. It Kills.
These wounds seem to have become septic now, for they are spreading to every known corner of my mind, body and soul. On a race where at every moment one needs to be focused to achieve the goal, I seem to be having a leaking fuel tank.
With no mordant or sardonic feelings or animosity or any invidious comments,I need to tell something. I am not a bigot, I am not an angry boy who doesn't care, and for god's sake i am not Selfish.!!! I may not be able to express my love the way you would want me to, I may be a coconut from outside but i am no less than milk inside. I love everyone...I care for everyone from the bottom of my heart. Please don't use words that kill, I wont be able to take that anymore. Am alive just for a small little Bond i care. Am already a recluse, please don't make me a forlorn waste. I've already lost all my energy, help me. Am down and Out.
Life as it's quite common for everyone is full of bonds. Technical, emotional, psychological, and even professional bonds. My mind ain't different. Bonds Bonds and more bonds; covalent,ionic and magnetic. The problem arises when these bonds start tightening and make it difficult to respire. That problem is one of those in which i am just not able to find a way out. All around there's a feeling of being lost in a labyrinth of blood, a labyrinth of relations, a chakravyuh destined to kill you, a feeling that makes me feel no less than an Eklavya who did everything he could but still succumbed to the chakravyuh. For the first time in my life I've ran out of solutions.
"Never opened my self this way...
Life is ours, we live it our way..." ,says Metallica. Am feeling no different. "All these words i don't just say....
And nothing else matters...".
Few days back i felt if i were a child....but now i dont. I do not want to relive these days where each second I am dying. A Hemorrhage that can't be cured. A Mind that has not yet healed, for everyday it gets hurt. There are so many ways to kill someone, but there's one way that has killed me not once, but many many times. Words. Sometimes some words make ya feel great, some words can make ya happy, some words can make you cry, but there are some words that kill. Some words that take no time to pierce through the otherwise impregnable mind. I have enough holes in there caused by these simple looking words. And it Hurts. It Kills.
These wounds seem to have become septic now, for they are spreading to every known corner of my mind, body and soul. On a race where at every moment one needs to be focused to achieve the goal, I seem to be having a leaking fuel tank.
With no mordant or sardonic feelings or animosity or any invidious comments,I need to tell something. I am not a bigot, I am not an angry boy who doesn't care, and for god's sake i am not Selfish.!!! I may not be able to express my love the way you would want me to, I may be a coconut from outside but i am no less than milk inside. I love everyone...I care for everyone from the bottom of my heart. Please don't use words that kill, I wont be able to take that anymore. Am alive just for a small little Bond i care. Am already a recluse, please don't make me a forlorn waste. I've already lost all my energy, help me. Am down and Out.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
In Memory of Memories..
For the last few days i had not been in any mood to even talk to anyone. I just wanted to stay alone in my room and have just silence as company. I was depressed. The worst i had ever been; may be i had changed, may be something was wrong with me, but whatever that was...it hurt.
I was just looking around in my room so that i could distract myself from suicidal thoughts and suddenly one thing caught my eye...it was a photo. My childhood photo, my school group photo, Vth A section,VTConvent. I was not smiling(i still dont know why),nor where those who were standing close to me. But there was one group in the pic that was not just smiling but laughing, and that too in the weirdest possible manner they could, i could not help but laugh looking at that photo as i could see the ease with which laughs could spread in a group when everyone was silent and just 10 yrs old!!
That was more that a decade ago, when i didnt even know the spelling of depressed. Single 'S' or double.?? i wish i was in school again...
School...when every morning i woke up late,dressed up as fast as i could after the world's fastest bath, and ran like hell to reach before 7:10am. As always, i used to reach at 7:15(despite of living next to the school)...it was then i realized that i was definitely not alone!! I always had company. And when you could finally reach in time on any day, it was then you realized that you hadn't cut the nails(so eat them up as fast as u can!!),you hadn't polished your shoes(so use the back of ur socks as fast as u can!!), Loose Socks!!(so look in ur pocket 4 the emergency rubberband!!),Tie doesn't have a knot(tie it!!!!!),The Green House badge is missing( beg for one around!!)....and after all those efforts....you would end up caught for long hair!!! I wish i was in School again....
Inside the class, you cursed the teacher for remembering the homework(of course when you didnt do that!!). And when she asked us, the best reason that still works many times...."Ma'm I did the Homework, but I forgot the copy". And as always...me and my friends continued talking....outside the class!!(coz it was the third time in 3 days my friends and I had said the same reason to the same teacher!!!) And then cursed the teacher for slapping us in front of the class. I wish i was in that class again...
In the Break: "Thank you god for the food we eat..."(a prayer that was said way faster than what was meant to be) followed by " Thank you MADAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"(thats exactly how it can be spelled!!)
Fights were common. The one who did not obey the groups orders was ostracized from the group and no one would talk to him. Those were rules. Group rules that were subject to change...any moment. Coz if your friend breaks the rule, the rule was changed. And at any moment, a friend would be called a foe...and the very next moment...he would be a friend again(lack of memory may be!). Well that was the best part of childhood...many fights...many quarrels...but still no foes..all friends!!
And when the long bell struck, "Oh my god...thank you very much for the day...."
in fifteen seconds, the long prayer used to be over,and with that the end of all enmity or jealousy, ego or anger,whatever was present. By the time we walked back home, everyone was a friend again, everyone was happy again,and every shoe was dirty again...
I wish i was a Kid again...no ego...no worries...no anger..no hurries...no enemies...just a ten yr old...who never knew what depression was...single 's' or double ....
I was just looking around in my room so that i could distract myself from suicidal thoughts and suddenly one thing caught my eye...it was a photo. My childhood photo, my school group photo, Vth A section,VTConvent. I was not smiling(i still dont know why),nor where those who were standing close to me. But there was one group in the pic that was not just smiling but laughing, and that too in the weirdest possible manner they could, i could not help but laugh looking at that photo as i could see the ease with which laughs could spread in a group when everyone was silent and just 10 yrs old!!
That was more that a decade ago, when i didnt even know the spelling of depressed. Single 'S' or double.?? i wish i was in school again...
School...when every morning i woke up late,dressed up as fast as i could after the world's fastest bath, and ran like hell to reach before 7:10am. As always, i used to reach at 7:15(despite of living next to the school)...it was then i realized that i was definitely not alone!! I always had company. And when you could finally reach in time on any day, it was then you realized that you hadn't cut the nails(so eat them up as fast as u can!!),you hadn't polished your shoes(so use the back of ur socks as fast as u can!!), Loose Socks!!(so look in ur pocket 4 the emergency rubberband!!),Tie doesn't have a knot(tie it!!!!!),The Green House badge is missing( beg for one around!!)....and after all those efforts....you would end up caught for long hair!!! I wish i was in School again....
Inside the class, you cursed the teacher for remembering the homework(of course when you didnt do that!!). And when she asked us, the best reason that still works many times...."Ma'm I did the Homework, but I forgot the copy". And as always...me and my friends continued talking....outside the class!!(coz it was the third time in 3 days my friends and I had said the same reason to the same teacher!!!) And then cursed the teacher for slapping us in front of the class. I wish i was in that class again...
In the Break: "Thank you god for the food we eat..."(a prayer that was said way faster than what was meant to be) followed by " Thank you MADAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"(thats exactly how it can be spelled!!)
Fights were common. The one who did not obey the groups orders was ostracized from the group and no one would talk to him. Those were rules. Group rules that were subject to change...any moment. Coz if your friend breaks the rule, the rule was changed. And at any moment, a friend would be called a foe...and the very next moment...he would be a friend again(lack of memory may be!). Well that was the best part of childhood...many fights...many quarrels...but still no foes..all friends!!
And when the long bell struck, "Oh my god...thank you very much for the day...."
in fifteen seconds, the long prayer used to be over,and with that the end of all enmity or jealousy, ego or anger,whatever was present. By the time we walked back home, everyone was a friend again, everyone was happy again,and every shoe was dirty again...
I wish i was a Kid again...no ego...no worries...no anger..no hurries...no enemies...just a ten yr old...who never knew what depression was...single 's' or double ....
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Budget: BADget
I couldn't stop myself from writing about the reprehensible budget Mr. Pranab Mukherjee presented few days back, so here i go. One of the first facts that came out was that the expenditure touched Rs.10,00,000 crores for the first time in Indian History, now that's a huge sum of money. The irony is that despite of such magnanimous spending, India is still a developing country and to add to it,India is still a country of the poor(I wonder where all that money goes!).
The Fiscal deficit increased to 6.8% of the GDP. Now, for a country that spends at least 10lac crore Rs., 6.8% of the GDP is not just huge but massive,not just massive but dangerously massive. For all those who find these terms and the budget to be simply inscrutable, let me make it clear; When a country spends more money than it earns the gap that is produced is called the deficit. The fiscal gap measures the difference between government spending and revenues over the very long term, typically as a percentage of Gross Domestic Product. The fiscal gap can be interpreted as the percentage increase in revenues or reduction of expenditures necessary to balance spending and revenues in the long run.
Coming back to the point, such a big fiscal deficit needs to be corrected asap and measures need to be taken to curb expenditure and increase revenues. But, what Pranab Mukherjee declared in the budget was an increase in expenditure which many found to be unnecessary and uncalled for. For example, the expenditure on NREGS( National Rural Employment Guarantee Scheme) was increased 150% to Rs.39000 crore. The Implementation of the same scheme happens to be done haphazardly and when measures need to be taken to properly implement that, the Government simply increased the expenditure!!( Now that's where all the money goes.)
Japan too had faced such a situation earlier in 2002 when its fiscal deficit was around 8.2% of the GDP in 2002. But, the government in Japan controlled the tax( of course increased it to increase revenue) and reduced unwanted expenditure, and was able to reduce that gap to 4%. But even that took a lot of efforts and more importantly 6 long years! But in India,the Congress Govt has only 5 more years!( I wonder what they'll do if they lose the next elections!)
But Indian government instead of adroitly controlling the taxes and expenditure has simply ignored the taxes(in fact increased tax exemptions for many), and increased expenditure , No No No, not on infrastructure or health facilities, but on Schemes!!!( That's exactly where all the money goes.)
The Stock market's response has been directly proportional to the Budget performance. The response was BAD. It has been on a bear run for a week now. Expected, as there was nothing that the Budget said for them. The Budget literally ignored them. No wonder why the response was so apoplectic.
Interestingly, the only part of the budget that had some reductions in prices was LCD tv, Gold and mobile phones. I wonder how that would help the poor in India for whom the budget was primarily meant for this year.
Monday, June 29, 2009
The Beginning of an Asinine Morning!
All alone at home the main pastime for me is pastime, rather timepass as it's better known! I have nothing much to do but eat food(if any), drink milk(if any) and all i am left with is one job...Sleep! Last night was no different, had some nice Maharashtrian food (thanks to sid), loads of milk, and i was off to repose. The problem started when i was on my bed and staring at my fan, i started to get bored and in no time i realized the fact that i was not much used to...I WASN'T SLEEPING!! I looked in to the clock but that just made things worse; it was already 2 in the morning and i was simply staring at the fan! I got up, went downstairs, drank whatever milk that was remaining, looked at my books with guilt, and went back up to have another shot at sleeping, fortunately this time i was on target. I must have fallen asleep, coz i don't remember much then. All i remember was what happened after i woke up...
The first shocker came when i was up and looking for my mobile. It was nowhere around me and i had to search like a loony around my bed, throwing away all the blankets which had somehow managed to become terribly huge just at the nick of time. After all those efforts i found my small little darling lying on the floor like a loyal dog near its owner's legs.! I picked it up and went downstairs as i heard some noise. As i went down i heard some voices i had never heard before, saying things that frightened the hell out of me."Arey yaar ab kya karneka.? Ek kaam kartey me peeche ke pipe ko tod deta aur tuu usko saamne ke side se pakkadke tab tak baandh dena" My god almighty where was I..!!!!!
I felt a chill through my spine as i heard that. I felt like a flabbergasted loner who knew he was about to be looted by robbers. And to make things worse, i heard the sound of a wooden lathi hitting our gate. My heart was literally in my mouth.
I collected all the courage i had and walked towards my door. Tried to open it but wasn't opening!! I prayed that must be stupid dream, coz i wasn't able to sleep.But it wasn't so. With a heavily and terribly frightened mind i looked around the door and found that my heavily and terribly frightened body had not yet unclamped the stupid door clamp.!! I unhooked the stupid door clamp, and there was the shocker of them all.!!! I never expected a sight like that next morning when i was finding it difficult to sleep.
On the door were two dark men in not so tidy dresses who looked more like poor laborers than robbers. And it was then i realized that i knew one of them. HE WAS THE PLUMBERRR..!!! "Arey Bhaiyya wo saamne ke ghar ki chaabi do na..wahaa ka pipe theek karna hai", he said. That was exactly the moment i felt i knew him. My god i was relieved..!!!! The watchman was also around with his trademark lathi ( i never even thought of him minutes back). Along with the plumbers were the owners of that house who had given me the keys last night.
They said they had been ringing the bell for half an hour and were about to go!! All that i could afford was the worst embarrassed smile that i could have on my face, and i said sorry with that smile still on my face. They went with the keys, i closed the door, and the clock said it was nine.!!! I ran for my brush...looked at the mirror...and for the next ten minutes, i laughed the hell out of me all alone....
The first shocker came when i was up and looking for my mobile. It was nowhere around me and i had to search like a loony around my bed, throwing away all the blankets which had somehow managed to become terribly huge just at the nick of time. After all those efforts i found my small little darling lying on the floor like a loyal dog near its owner's legs.! I picked it up and went downstairs as i heard some noise. As i went down i heard some voices i had never heard before, saying things that frightened the hell out of me."Arey yaar ab kya karneka.? Ek kaam kartey me peeche ke pipe ko tod deta aur tuu usko saamne ke side se pakkadke tab tak baandh dena" My god almighty where was I..!!!!!
I felt a chill through my spine as i heard that. I felt like a flabbergasted loner who knew he was about to be looted by robbers. And to make things worse, i heard the sound of a wooden lathi hitting our gate. My heart was literally in my mouth.
I collected all the courage i had and walked towards my door. Tried to open it but wasn't opening!! I prayed that must be stupid dream, coz i wasn't able to sleep.But it wasn't so. With a heavily and terribly frightened mind i looked around the door and found that my heavily and terribly frightened body had not yet unclamped the stupid door clamp.!! I unhooked the stupid door clamp, and there was the shocker of them all.!!! I never expected a sight like that next morning when i was finding it difficult to sleep.
On the door were two dark men in not so tidy dresses who looked more like poor laborers than robbers. And it was then i realized that i knew one of them. HE WAS THE PLUMBERRR..!!! "Arey Bhaiyya wo saamne ke ghar ki chaabi do na..wahaa ka pipe theek karna hai", he said. That was exactly the moment i felt i knew him. My god i was relieved..!!!! The watchman was also around with his trademark lathi ( i never even thought of him minutes back). Along with the plumbers were the owners of that house who had given me the keys last night.
They said they had been ringing the bell for half an hour and were about to go!! All that i could afford was the worst embarrassed smile that i could have on my face, and i said sorry with that smile still on my face. They went with the keys, i closed the door, and the clock said it was nine.!!! I ran for my brush...looked at the mirror...and for the next ten minutes, i laughed the hell out of me all alone....
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Finally the rain dance....
' Heat wave kills 3 in city' , ' Scorching heat grips city ' , ' Heat wave across Maharashtra, farmers worst struck'.....all this is past news now. Finally, after a long break it rained today...and its still raining as i type this. Just a look outside and you feel as if mother nature just had a bath...everything seems to be so clean, so orderly, so peaceful. All that anger seems to have gone, all that frustration...all those sweaty shirts...all those dusty winds...n finally all that summer heat seems to have gone. The Rains just washed them away.
It's such a great relief to see the clouds cover the entire sky as if its a blanket mom made and someone has poured cold water on it to make it rain. Am all alone at home, resting on my couch, listening to some calm music, and i hear the sound that made me turn my head instantly...through the slightly open door, i saw sparrows...chirping flying dancing in the rain. As i looked further up, i saw a full flock dancing in the rain, flying around so fast...so many...with so much energy. It reminded me of my childhood when we used to play 'out-out'. Indeed the birds were flying around doing just that.
That view was mesmerizing...i kept on gazing at them for long. I don't know if the birds transferred that energy to me, coz then i too wanted to dance...i jumped up, threw away my ipod, and ran out to dance in the rain. I was a child again...dancing jumping in the rain..my hairs wet, my hands wet...n it was then i realized that i was entirely wet in seconds...not coz of heavy rains...my god i wasn't even wearin a full pant...jst a half lil pant!!! But never mind, i still jumped n danced in the rain, forgetting that my neighbours were watching me.! " Jumping in the rain...without clothes..i l tell this to ur mom wen she comes", Thats all i could hear. And moments later those neighbours were along with me....dancing in the rain ( ofcourse with more clothes than me) .
May be that is how all those birds started dancing one after the other...then almost all of them. Whatever that was, the birds had transferred all their energy to me...may be through the tiny drops of rain we all shared. My god the rains are back....n please dont take them back!
It's such a great relief to see the clouds cover the entire sky as if its a blanket mom made and someone has poured cold water on it to make it rain. Am all alone at home, resting on my couch, listening to some calm music, and i hear the sound that made me turn my head instantly...through the slightly open door, i saw sparrows...chirping flying dancing in the rain. As i looked further up, i saw a full flock dancing in the rain, flying around so fast...so many...with so much energy. It reminded me of my childhood when we used to play 'out-out'. Indeed the birds were flying around doing just that.
That view was mesmerizing...i kept on gazing at them for long. I don't know if the birds transferred that energy to me, coz then i too wanted to dance...i jumped up, threw away my ipod, and ran out to dance in the rain. I was a child again...dancing jumping in the rain..my hairs wet, my hands wet...n it was then i realized that i was entirely wet in seconds...not coz of heavy rains...my god i wasn't even wearin a full pant...jst a half lil pant!!! But never mind, i still jumped n danced in the rain, forgetting that my neighbours were watching me.! " Jumping in the rain...without clothes..i l tell this to ur mom wen she comes", Thats all i could hear. And moments later those neighbours were along with me....dancing in the rain ( ofcourse with more clothes than me) .
May be that is how all those birds started dancing one after the other...then almost all of them. Whatever that was, the birds had transferred all their energy to me...may be through the tiny drops of rain we all shared. My god the rains are back....n please dont take them back!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
The King has died...R.I.P MJ
The King of Pop...the legend on stage...the elastic rubberband man who could move any joint u wanted him to...the master dancer....my idol...Michael jackson is no more...
It took a long time time for that news to sink in...am still not able to believe it. I first felt that it was just a rumor like the one spread long back which said Michael died in an operation (along with a foto).! But now, when the news was aired on BBC, CNN, NDTV...i realized that this time it wasn't any rumor... indeed the moonwalker had walked his way to the heavens.
Really sad...but that has put an end to a life that rose like the phoenix, and was beginning to wither away...A life that seemed at some stage as a cornucopia of success,fame and stardom had began to wane...of course am talking of the troubles he faced in stupid cases framed against him....but yesterday the moonwalker walked past all those troubles with the same ease he used to do the moonwalk with.
He was my idol...but now he's gone...gone with him are those controversies...gone with him are those " AAOOOOOHHHH"s ...gone with him are those jam packed concerts...gone with him those dance steps. Am left with just his music...not just me...the whole world has just his music n his videos to cherish....the aooooooohhhs will only be heard on computer speakers...those dance steps in archive videos...those concerts in record books.
I was always a fan of his from the very first day i saw one of his songs on MTV...it was Beat It...n he did beat everyone with that song. I was definitely one of them. I grew mad about dancing...all i wanted to do in my life was to dance along side him some day...of course those dreams were just dreams...They say,'childhood dreams are never meant to be true', may be that's why...
But then, i was not the only young boy to have dreamt such a dream, for there were millions of people...young boys n girls...big boys n girls, who wanted to see him dance...who wanted to at some time of their lives be able to dance like him...to moonwalk like him with him...all those dreams got washed away with tears that people couldn't control...tears that said it all...
All alone at home....am left with just his music...justtt his music...music that would never die...
i cant express my grief more...
coz i may just not stop....
The King has died, let him Rest in Peace...
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