Think with a Wink ;)

Don’t know what has gotten into my head, I am not able to think what I should write, or rather think what I want to think. It’s like whenever I start writing on the board a magic duster wipes it from behind and again when I see how it appears what my mind has written, “Wallaaaa… Empty”

And now that I am desperately trying to write on the board, the faster is the duster wiping it. I wonder if there were such magical dusters to wipe away people tears.

You must be wondering what a noble thought that is. Well that in my perception is a hallucination and not a noble or a humble thought. Living a crazy life is good, but living a dream is not, we should not expect everything to happen on its own and depending on destiny to play the role. You don’t wait for God or destiny to feed you food from your plate, do you? Well it’s not another debate I want to start that God does not exist, so if you thought so, keep it to yourselves.

This might be sound like a lecture on Code of conducts, but take my word it’s not going to be. Only message I want to send through this is, don’t wait for things to workout on their own, coz they won’t. Get up and work your way through them. That’s the only solution to your problems, well not only problems but for anything.

We sit around lazily and the whole day would pass, even before we realize it, and then we will say :

“Haaaa, it was morning an hour back..!!” or  something like

“Is something wrong with the clock, there has to be”

Don’t look here and there that it can’t be me, its each one of us doing things like these every day in our lives.

The other best dialogue is: I’ll do it tomorrow for sure, tomorrow I have time.

And all you do in that time is just sleep off or talk to him talk to her, talk to another him/her (him/her specifically doesn’t mean boyfriend or girlfriend, don’t be so narrow minded, you know you will call anybody when you need to waste time), open your laptop and needless to say anything else, this day is also gone :P

Phew, I tried so hard not to make a smiley there but what to do, it just came :D so now I don’t have to stop so I made another if you were wondering :P

After writing the last line (not the smiley one :P ), I was wondering if we calculate the time we spent our lives just dilly-dallying. NO, you better not calculate it, how can I even think of doing such atrocities to me :O “I know myself more than anyone.(So I know my secrets about how of how much I have not dilly-dallied ;) )”

So If you are still wondering what this blog was all about,  even I don’t know, I was just adding some more of that time which no one would want to be calculated ;) and I guess I ended up adding some of yours too :P

Don’t give me that stare, it was you who chose to read it, I did not force you :P

Google BABA ki Jai..!!! Hail Google..!!!

Life Without Google :O  I can’t believe that you are actually thinking about it. How can it be true? Google is the lifeline of so many people, and yes it includes us.

To all your moods, to you all your researches, the first reference is Google, ok for a minute let’s not consider it as a source of endless information, a medium to check your mails, translate foreign languages, look for directions, watch videos on YouTube and what not, you name it and they have it.

And since I said you name it, don’t expect them to do the dishes for you or clean your room :P

So now all these user-friendly convenient functionalities out of consideration it comes to my mind, that of what use is it to us anymore. And here is the best part (also the best usage), I am sure this is the globally made most use of Google.

You are is a desperate need to look for something, may be to check some important mails or book ticket or anything, but you are unable to open that website. So a thought comes to your mind, already giving you nightmares, “Is my internet working? OMG I am doomed if it’s not.”

And what do you do when something like this happens, you open Google and check if your internet connection is working fine. Yes, you can laugh on yourself :P because this is what we do :) Rather than checking for our connectivity in network places, or checking our modem we decide to rely on this little site. Even when you go to a café and you are unable to login to any site, the café fellow will come and open Google and look at you as if you’re an illiterate and don’t know anything.

Now since the topic is so different and haunting, it made me think what Google has given. Apart from the deep information it has, Google has actually made us lazy, we will not try to search a topic in our textbooks or reference books or even pick up a dictionary for a meaning or even a spelling of a word, rather open Google it and parallel to our FB tab will be going on our studies :P Just imagine if we had to go through encyclopedias to get all that information :shock: But what would happen if it weren’t there for real. Making thesis, presentations and wanting to know more about something you just heard today, and the fact that everyone around you knows it already is embarrassing :P yes, I am talking about “That awkward moment ;) ”

We would have had to study real hard from our childhood, and if we didn’t study hard, then we would have to collect all our subject books, so that for every minute detail we require we would always be snogging them :P

And just think what would happen to our fellow wasians, I’m sure you have some around. Go ahead and try asking them, and you will remember the Cloromint ad ‘Dobara Mat Puchna’ (Don’t ask again..!!)

And finally ask yourself, what would happen to us if there was no Google. After asking this question to myself, I could instantly recall an episode of ‘Dexters Laboratory’, the one in which Dexters head goes on fire and he circles around DD shouting

“My head is on fire.”

“My head is on fire.”

“My head is on fire.”

:D 


Also I would miss the lovely Google doodles and tricks like Zerg Rush. But wake up from the nightmare folks, we have Google with us, and they will keep trying to get more involved in our lives, after all its business and just another way to play the game ;)

Coffee..Coffee..Coffee..

You must have enjoyed the awesome Cappuccinos, Lattes or even espresso from the recently installed CCD coffee vending machine in you nearby pantries. Must have visited different floors to get a closer look at the girl or the guy you had your eyes on from ages and he/she magically appeared in you tower ;) or just to avoid your manager on the same floor :P

Whatever the case be, in some hour of the day you pay a visit to these ‘young’ machines and every time you do, they greet you with a nice brewed cup of coffee. These young guns have become an essential part of our daily life and provide us with the best stress buster poured in WIPRO cups :P Imagine a day without a cup of coffee, leave the stress factor apart, what about the long hour discussion with friends in a 15 min break ;)

Whenever we stay for extended hours, work on weekends or holidays, even in the times we need to stay back and work alone and all your team has left, this friend is always there for you, with all its lights twinkling from far, waiting to provide you some relief. In short, it never disappoints. But something recently happened that disturbed me and left me in a thought process.

The mortified soul of the coffee vending machine in a 24x7 pantry gave me a cup of coffee on a deserted Saturday morning squeaking and squealing in a shrill voice as it managed to give half a cup of latte’. I felt pity as it could not fill the cup full and I had to create a unique blend of espresso, latte and cappuccino. Once the cup was full mixed some sugar and turned again to the machine to get add some of the latent heat of evaporation to my cup of blended coffee :P just to hear a baby crying :O I was in shock where’s the baby crying in office, in the shock my finger came off the steam button and I realized it wasn’t a baby but this little machine’s steam discharger. I felt sad that this poor chap was being exploited. Just the fact that it is in a 24x7 pantry it is never turned off.

The quality of the coffee is reduced as in taste, then the ratios I wonder are appropriate when I get a half cup instead of the cup being full and I have to bend down and look up and say ‘Dude, did you drink the half cup yourself’ :P We all need coffee breaks from work, but I think these machines also need some human breaks :P

You might be wondering I am pitying on these machines..NO I’m not. I just want to say the 24x7 pantries should have two machines to work in shifts :P so that the taste and proportions are maintained and we get nice brewed coffee in our breaks even on Weekends :D :P

The Zzzzzzzz Language..!!

Pre text: Before you read the blog please refer the letter ‘Z’ as ‘Zee’ and not ‘Zed’ at every occurrence :)

Dedicated to each of you who understands my true intention behind this post ;)

I wonder, what the first thing was that came to your mind when you read the title.

According to a survey conducted :P following are the possibilities..

The candidate to the title that got the most votes ‘is’ rather say ‘are’

(drumroll)

The Vodafone Zoo Zoo :) : Yes the Postmaster Zoo zoo, flying SuperZoo Zoo, RajniZoo Zoo and many more forms that you loved have won the hearts of people. So many contenders doesn’t make it fair, but Ill count it :P

The 2^nd goes for my personal favorite :D Yes, I am talking about the Zzz Zzz in the cloud forming out from the nose ;)

Sleep: What to say about this peaceful glimpse of heaven that we get in between our hectic schedule, obvious ones at night and the bonus is between the work hours ;) In whatever way it is, is simply blissful. If you want tips on how to sleep at work read this:

http://randomkthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-do-you-do.html

Also some of the broken hearts that participated in the survey but could not succeed include (in random order.. as I don’t want to hurt them more :P  )…

Zee TV: This was the one that made me laugh my lungs out, people will continue watching these endless boring daily soaps even if earth splits up into two and still would want to know what happened next in that serial on Zee TV :P

Mosquitoes & BuZZing Bee: Well no matter how much the might of human race be, these mosquitoes will continue to sing the songs in ‘The Zzzzzzzz Language..!!’ and the Bees will always be BUZZing us like a small kid who comes to you again and again says Hi and runs away

‘Just came to Buzz’ :P but all we can get out of it is ‘Zzzzzzzzz’

Zhe ManaZers: People with the ‘Z’ effect like the ones who would pronounce ‘G’(Gee) as ‘Z’ and mana’G’ement as mana’Z’ement. When I meet some people I really wonder, how good people are at their technical and other skills but still they struggle to pronounce the very easy words correctly. About ‘Zhe ManaZers’ No it’s not a spelling error, I just came by this word for people with such difficulty.

I don’t mean to make a joke of you if you have such problem, it’s just a perception of people I interacted with. And yes take it as a positive indicator to improve yourself as ‘Learning never stops’ :)

Grinder:  :lol: Sometimes I get shocked at people’s creativity and the power of relating things so fast and so different. Now that I am writing this I remember the old santa joke “How an induction motor starts”

:D dhurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr :P

Although in case of a grinder this is what I heard from a person:

On slow speed: zzzzzzz

On fast speed: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Now its up to you to imagine the sound on those speeds :P

Frustration: This might sound weird but there is some point in it. Imagine the situation,

Its Friday evening and you want to leave early, now at 17:30 your Lead/Manager calls you and gives you the so called ‘Child’s Play Work’ for you, and the best part is you have to give it EOD. Such a simple line said in the most polite manner, but leaves you full of anger and frustration… You wish you could hit them. That’s not an advice and don’t do that at all :P your mind explodes in the emotions and comes out the sound from your head ‘Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz’

No Idea: Haha, this actually has nothing to do with the ‘The Zzzzz language’ but what to do, many people could not come up with anything so I decided to put it here :D But Boss, trust me don’t get idea if you don’t have one. Just Have Fun and enjoy the beautiful Zzzzzz Effect around you :)

Let’s give it a try..

Something happened yesterday that left me in great grief. I could not sleep properly, every time I tried the thoughts of the moment pondered and I would go deep into the thought process, only realizing that few hours had passed.

I felt sad as I wondered if there is any humanity left in the human kind. A kind which is no more kind and calling selfish would be the easiest getaway. As we make our way to and from office daily travelling miles in busses, cabs, bikes or cars, there is someone fighting death and many fighting to save lives. When it comes to need, time is the key. Even a second delay could be the cause of death.

In a city like Bangalore where traffic is so dense, many ambulances fight their way through it to save human lives. And what do we do?? We simply take its trail wherever we find one, so that we can skip the traffic as well. The best thing about Bangalore traffic is people give way to ambulance, even if the signal is red ‘Just honk n move’ is the rule and people do follow it. But do we really Honk n Move as there is an ambulance behind or because we don’t have to wait for the signal thanks to the ambulance behind. Whatever be the reason I’m thankful to them that they at least give way.

About the incident because of which I am writing this philosophical crap here and for some of you it will be, but I really don’t care. On my way back from my office, in the traffic was an ambulance, maneuvering its way through. On the roadside was a girl standing, the moment she saw the stuck ambulance, she stopped joined her hands closed her eyes, her head bowed to the almighty and she prayed for the persons life. A humble soul that cared to spend few seconds of her life to pray for someone else’s life. At first I felt good that people like her exist but I was left shaken by the fact that what we are left off. Kindness, selflessness and moreover humanity are getting extinct. We have become selfish, greedy, heartless and inhumane.

We dispose the wastes in rivers and lakes, thinking that what difference it makes if one person does it, but we all think in the same way and the result is pollution which in turn we all get affected from.

‘Charity begins at home’

But how many of us follow the quote. My intentions are not to point out anyone, but all I intend is to make an initiative towards a happier life.

The world is full of sorrow yet we survive,

Our life is full of sadness yet we cherish the happier moments,

We want our close ones to be happy and carefree,

All we want is a Happy ’Mini World’ of our own.

Friends, colleagues, folks lets not be narrow minded and create a Happy Mini World of our own. Let us see the bigger picture and make an effort to create a Happy World….

Helpless, I was

I had no desire to go on, my energy was draining as he drove me. The wind was harsh and rain was pouring all over me. I was getting dirty in the mud and the pebbles irked my soul. Yet he was ruthless, he never cared for what I felt. An evil grin was all over his face, he seemed a maniac who only cared for his happiness. It started raining heavily and he rode me even faster. It felt like being a dart board as the drops pierced me like needles, hurting every place they touched.

My soul cried in agony, my heart was burning and he enjoyed, but he carried a winning smile on his face.  When he was done he left me there all covered in mud, water still pouring on me. And as he left he took my life with him. I could not move an inch, just lay there as nature played with me.

As you read now, I’m still getting drenched and he enjoys a hot cup of coffee and I wait for him to come back and take me home. Still wondering who I am, well I wait here in Wipro Parking I am his bike.

:D  Njoy the rains Don’t listen to my bike :D

She Waited

January 1951

The huge rusted gates were always open, the road led to an old mansion, huge trees at even distance along the side which would had shadowed the path even in the brightest sun; Every inch covered with dry leaves as no one had taken the road in ages.

The trees were left with dried branches, the pool had dried, the lake had algae all over, the paint on the walls had fallen off from places and the towers were falling off in parts. The very tower where he took her for their first sunrise, she had never missed it from then. No kids that played, no birds that chirped, no creature quenched its thirst from the lake, no butler no maid, with no life around the mansion haunted itself. The windows were always open, the curtains were never drawn, the only life that namesake existed was Alexia.

The doors were creaky, spiders dwelled in their giant cobwebs, and termites enjoyed their daily feast on the splendid teak furniture. Yet in one room she existed. Existed for a promise kept so far; a promise to wait for his return.

She stood still in front of the mirror, as she witnessed her hairs turn grey, her face develop wrinkles, her skin turn scaly, and the eyes getting stoned. Somewhere in those stone-eyes were old carvings. She remembered those days her eyes used to shy in his presence, sing when he smiled, shiver when he touched, pleasure his fragrance, die in his arms and how he would bring them back to life with his love.

December 1908

The huge gates opened for the Rolls Royce decorated with ribbons, a heart-shaped board on the back which read ‘Just Married’ and tails of empty cans. Everyone welcomed the newlywed couple on their way to their mansion.  Kids, teenagers old people, and even butlers and maids danced to the overwhelming and rhythmic clatter of the cans. Everyone was intoxicated with joy and happiness, even the animals seemed happy and the trees danced with the tunes of wind.

The premises were huge. If someone called it a forest would not be completely wrong, except the fact it was not dense and there were no wild animals. Birds and animals of various species enjoyed being here and some peacocks simply added to the beauty of the estate. To the back of the mansion was a small lake. To watch the animals and birds around it at sunset, was always a mystical view from the mansion’s towers.

The way that led to the mansion was full of trees on the sides. Just in front of the mansion was a pool with a small fountain with dolphins carved out of stones. The pure white mansion, shined like gold at the dawn sun.

The Rolls Royce stopped at the entrance of the mansion, the driver opened the door for a charming persona, Lucas. He then extended his hand for her bride and a soft hand with a ruby embedded in the ring held his hand. A beautiful lady in white wedding gown with a long trail stepped out. Alexia was what everyone whispered with amaze on their face witnessing the beauty. Lucas and Alexia were ready to walk into their dream home, where they would fulfill their dreams.

Lucas and Alexia stepped in and were surprised to see Lucas’s complete family gathered for their happiness, cousins, aunt and uncles, and nephews and nieces. Everyone was very happy as it had been long since the last marriage in the family. A pianist made everyone dance more than just tapping their boots. The young couple was given the first opportunity to flow with the melody.

After a long session of dance and wines, the tables were set for their first family supper. The dinner was set perfect, with a perfect aroma of rose water, lit by candles and light music.

The winters were near and it was evident from the morning mist, Lucas took Alexia for a walk. They came closer as they walked around in the greens, around the lake and this became Alexia’s favorite moment. Now she would take Lucas for a walk every morning, just like the first day. He took her to the towers of the mansion, the place she was least interested to go, but he insisted. He covered her eyes until they reached the top, and just when the sun’s first rays fell on the mansion, he removed his hands. She was mesmerized by the beauty of nature and what she witnessed would be engraved in her memories. She had never seen a sun rise such beautiful. The dew drops on the leaves glistened in the morning mist. Till eternity if eyes could see, it was only beauty, and before they could realize they were in love. The place she never wanted to go, created the first spark of their love life, and in a moment became her favorite place in the estate.

Lucas’s family was one of the richest in town, yet he was a humble and generous man. He was loved by everyone in home and in society. He was a kind but brave man, well trained for military combats, an excellent swordsman and a sharp shooter. At many instances his skills had been utilized to save helpless lives. He always helped the poor and needy against the will of the family elders.

April 1912

In the belly of the pacific was Titanic, and so were Lucas’s parents. Lucas never took interest in the family business, nor did he listen to his parents, but he loved them a lot; it felt like he was the one who took the hit from that iceberg. He always cared about the poor and helpless. But tide had turned, everything changed with the demise of his father. Partners and relatives occupied their property and business as if Hyenas tear of the flesh from the prey.

Although he managed to save the estate somehow, but things were not the way they were earlier. The loving cousins were not even acquaintance any more, the servants had made a run for their living and life was coming to an end. Lucas had shattered and was beyond recovering, Alexia would take him to the mansion tower at the dawn everyday and it was Alexia’s love and care brought him back to life. He was once again cheerful and the person he used to be. He had witnessed the dark side of life and had made it out in the light. He started his search for their livelihood, once raised like a prince he was now a blacksmith making excellent weapons for combat which he had mastered as a kid.

While Lucas was away in day, Alexia would go to parts of mansion and spend her day. The mansion had become a very important part of her life which she cherished and filled it with life. On a cloudy day, Alexia took off to a nearby market, she witnessed a lady who was feeding a doll, smiling at it and asking it to eat, but probably she had lost her child and could not go through the trauma of loosing her own part. The instance left its mark on her, she could not forget her face, her happiness and her grief. She kept thinking all day and developed her own grief of not having a child. She had loved and been loved, but the seed which was sown had strengthened its roots. Lucas and Alexia’s were in no condition to bear a child, but Alexia’s anxiety was now more than visible and Lucas was concerned but Alexia would not talk.

***

It was their 4th anniversary and Lucas took her to the mansion tower as he used to everyday, as the sun rose into the sky, Alexia burst in to tears and cried in his arms, Lucas was dumbstruck by seeing her strong wife break like this. He could not say anything but just cuddled her as she mentioned her grief.

***

A year later Lucas and Alexia were blessed by the most beautiful gift life can ever give. There face glittered in happiness when they saw their baby boy for the first time. After ages the mansion echoed with a child’s voice. ‘Alrick’, they named him as they celebrated the joy. Alrick filled their lives with happiness. The estate was greener than ever before, as if it would express the joy and happiness of Alexia and Lucas.

***

Lucas and Alexia had started living a happy life watching their young kid grow tall and smart. But life was not kind to Lucas and Alexia as another storm left them torn into bits and pieces, little Alrick succumbed to cancer when he was just 8. Once again they were left shattered. They now knew the pain of burying their own son.

***

April 1942

Time went by and they continued to survive, survive for all they were left with, their love. They tried to have another child several times, but every time they did, something always went wrong. Lucas was no more a blacksmith, over the years he had worked hard and now ran a supply of goods and commodities for daily needs. But during the Second World War food was scarce, people killed to survive. One evening, his stocks were looted by some of such people. They took more than they could carry and many were killed because of it. All his life he had worked to achieve this and now he could not watch it rune. When he heard of it he ran with his rifle to his store. Alexia got worried and tried to stop him, she was worried to lose what was left but he did not listen to her. Lucas had worked very hard to build the store. The fruit of his hard work was snatched and left on street to decay and rot and he could not stand it. What he saw filled him with rage. For the first time in his life he was flowing with anger. But it wasn’t enough to suppress his strong conscience. His heart bled yet he smiled. He had been through much more and that made his anger fade away in moments. Seeing Alexia was the only worthy thing left in his life.

***

A dark night it was, lightning stroked everywhere. From the darkness appeared some people, darker than the night, sinister than the evil. There were rumors according to which few men looted the house, killed every human alive and burned the house. There was no doubt it was them and Lucas had to do something. He told the men that their family had an ancestral treasury, a hideout away from the town where they kept all the gold. He bargained them to leave Alexia safe and he would accompany them to the hideout. Lucas was clear in his thoughts, he knew what he was doing. Perhaps it was difficult to fight while protecting. Alexia begged Lucas not to leave, she grabbed her leg as was dragged as was dragged along. Lucas bent to raise her and whispered “Promise me that you will wait for my return.”  Alexia gazed into his eyes as Lucas was pulled by the men.

***

But that was far too long in the past, she still desired, desired him the most. A meager hope was all that was left in those eyes. Those eyes searched everywhere every time, waiting for a glimpse of the one she worshiped her complete life. The last glimpse before she could perish.

She waited near the window, to see his car coming. She ran to open the door, anxiety spread all over her face, a glitter in her eyes which had been dry all day. Looking at him her grief turned into joy, the face which had been pale since ages light up like a lamp. She stood at the door frozen in desperation waiting to be embraced by his warmth that could melt the ice. But there was none around, there was no car nor was Lucas.

***

With torn clothes, several bleeding wounds, long dirty hairs and beard grown to his chest, gasping as making his way to the mansion, he fell half way from the gates. With the help of a dead tree he managed to make it on his foot. There wasn’t enough difference in the tree and him, fighting with himself and the nature to survive, the tree had already succumbed but Lucas wasn’t ready to give up. He somehow kept moving and made his way to the mansion. When he saw its condition, a grin came to his face. The mansion had suffered similar injuries as Lucas and Alexia. It had suffered the pain of Lucas and Alexia. He went inside and was dumbstruck when he saw the inside, it seemed no one had stepped in from ages. The thought that Alexia was gone started haunting him. Filled with remorse he fell on the floor, and started thinking about the last time they met, how he had asked her to wait until his return.  Their love gave him the zest to go on, his hopes came back and he looked for her everywhere yet in vain. He had searched every dark corner of the mansion but he could not find her. He had now given up and rested his body on the floor. His soul was shattered, his heart was bleeding his eyes were getting stoned as they kept looking at the roof, when a drop from the seeping roof dropped on his forehead. He stood up and hustled to the tower of the mansion. Every step he took towards seemed like an eternity. His breath became heavier, his heart was pounding out off his body as he fell on the door of the room below the tower. He smiled as he saw her on the bed, he struggled as he rose up to finally take her in his arms. The smile on her face which he longed to witness was gone, she had waited all her life for Lucas to return and embrace her. Alexia had become very week, sitting at a single place she had developed bed sores, yet she would never go out not even to a doctor, thinking of his return in the meanwhile. But the very tower where she had seen the first rays of her life with Lucas, had engulfed her and made her its own. Lucas was struck with millions of volts, his heart had stopped beating, his tears had dried up as he took the cold Alexia in his arms. Lucas had returned but she broke her promise, she fought a lot but death was inevitable. Lucas lied down and took her in his arms and watched the sun to set till the very end.

***