On a serene august twilight,
With a hint of mist in the air,
She sits by her window
staring into the auburn endlessness
and evening birds in their homely flight…

She gazes into the gloomy hazy sky
as a zephyr ruffles her jasmine scented hair
soothing her grief ridden soul and stupor
like sun in winter mornings glare…..

She turns the pages the of her life
And sees where s come
Although none of this was on her list
Yet this is wat it has become…

Still wid a grit in her heart
And a hymn on her lips..
She accepts all dat gods given
Without a sign of regret or grief..
The anklets on her feet tings on her stroll
to the dead silence before the storm
in her splendor does she enthrall…

the clouds begin to rumble
lighting up the sky in illuminance
as the almighty displays his wrath
hassling the air into turbulence…

Its love dat she s scared of
Coz pain s all dat she gets..
Though her hearts pure as gold
And soul peaceful as a dove..
Its betrayal that cowers her into woes manifold…

The heavens open their gate
Showering blessings of raindrops
Quenching the earth s thirst
With love never ending…

A tiny lil raindrop plummets on her cheek
Sparkling up her face like a pearl
Shivers run down her spine
Wid ecstasy she is filled
Turning all her constrain into candor
And distress into delight…

For her hearts pure as the raindrop
Compassionate is all she can be
So to the heavens she s obliged
For the raindrop to set her free…
                                           


                                                                                           -Jigar


I came across this absolutely wonderful song today, and its hard to get it off my lips. Some songs particularly move you way too much, and although there aren't much lyrics in this one, its laconic and strong emotions are conveyed, a song you can connect to the moment it strikes your eardrums.

After a dreaded month long wait, I finally got my renewed passport. Although the procedure to procure it has become reasonably trouble-free, the amount of time taken from the day of application of documents to receiving the passport(approximating to about a month and half) is quite annoying. Comparatively the LMV(Light motor vehicle/ car) license took way shorter duration. The driving test was literally a joke, I doubt the inspector even counted the number of people who had come for the test via the agency. Another classic example of corruption deep rooted in the government officials. I can almost remember vividly the conversation I overheard in which the inspector bluntly asked the agency guy for his "cut". I m sure many people know about this too, but people these days are not bothered and have blindly accepting corruption as a "way the world works". I guess just passing a JANPAL Bill won't do any good; implementing it would a huge task.
Its been ages since the new Harry Potter movie has released, and I can't do anything more than curse my luck for being in Surat, where the cinemas are only screening the movie in hindi..yes hindi...I remember watching the third spiderman movie in hindi and trust me it was awful. I just hope I get a chance to goto A'bad or Baroda sometime soon.

Ciao..

Its been a rather very long and lazy day. Given the fact that my "day" began at 1 in the afternoon, I was unusually lethargic to do anything; and given my circumstances, taking a day off could prove devastating for me.The lousy overclouded weather did not help either. But who the hell cares, I was too exhausted by the insomnia last night and decided to take the day off.  My plans to visit the library were ruined by the prospective rains, leaving me no choice but to while away my time with my playlist and a few ASIC books. I made sure I didn't strain myself;  the plausibility of a another headache is the least I was wanted. As time passes by, I don't know for what reason precisely, but I have started growing skeptical about my plans; whether I'll be able to make it or not. Its not that there s any kind of pressure on me, but I m just feeling so unsure about myself right now. I know all of this sounds crazy, given the fact that there many opportunities waiting for me, but i guess its just normal to have cold feet right before the anticipated moment. I pray things turn to be just fine and I live to tell the tale...
Its good to know that my friends have begun their new journey in the professional IT world. It was nice to hear from Gauti this morning. I wish him all the best in all his endeavors in life!

Its eight of August, the day for which I normally wait with loads of anticipation coz its dad's birthday. To double the celebrations, I became an uncle today. My dearest Di gave birth to the cutest ever baby today morning. They say that if people around you are happy, its not for long that you can be overshadowed with grief and disappointment; and that is exactly how things are turning out to be. Saw back to back live concerts of Linkin Park; it was simply amazing. Many songs have memories attached to them and listening to them takes you back to those good old days.

One of my friends, N.L., keeps asking me why I blog? Well here s her answer..I just want something in black and white to remind of the times when I have been down, about the struggle I've done and most importantly to remind myself of the wonderful people I have in my life. Life is a journey and its always good to maintain a log.


Headache o headache please go away,
Headache o headache don’t sweep my mind astray.
Too many pills to this hour I have popped,
But the acute pain hasn’t yet dropped.
Combi and disprin do me no good,
If I cud invent a new drug I’m sure I would.
Cricket and music please me no more
Even books and playstation seem such a bore.
I feel dizzy but I cant sleep,
I feel overburdened with emotions but I cant weep.
Even the pleasant rains seem annoying,
The semi completed love story seems cloying.
I wana go for a walk while it still drizzles,
But every time I step otta the bed my mind twizzles.
You’ve turned my day into such a waste,
Theres still a pudding in the fridge I dare not taste.
Headache o headache please go away,
Headache o headache don’t sweep my mind astray.

No better way to put it in words how i feel now....tomorrow shall be a new beginning!!!

This is not the end
This is not the beginning,
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something empty's within 'em

We say Yeah!
With fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something
That's invisible there,
'Cause we're living at the mercy of
The pain and the fear
Until we dead it, Forget it,
Let it all disappear.

Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control....

Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go...

I know what it takes to move on,
I know how it feels to lie,
All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last,
I wish it wasn't so...

I know what it takes to move on,
I know how it feels to lie,
All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

What was left when that fire was gone?
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on
And i don't even know what kind of things I've said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
The hardest part of ending Is starting again!!

All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what i haven't got...

This is not the end
This is not the beginning,
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violet rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something empty's within 'em


We say Yeah!
With fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something
That's invisible there,
'Cause we're living at the mercy of
The pain and the fear
Until we dead it, Forget it,
Let it all disappear

 


Well in response to one of my previous posts, one of my friends and critic A.S. said that I keep rambling about break ups and the agony associated with it. She suggested that for a change I write about something on the contrary, about how beautiful love is. Had she asked me to do it some 3 years back, I would have described it in the best way possible, but at this point of time, when going down memory lane would mean scraping unhealed wounds and putting myself through the plethora of pains and joys I have been through, I wouldn't dare venture knowingly into that direction. All relations leave back a trail of reminiscence, a bloody path which when retraced, takes you through the journey of grief, making it even more profound. Although time is the best healing factor, some wounds just don't heal, no matter how hard you try. And although there is no logic behind it, I have a feeling that I am blessed, for the wonderful parents I have, for the friends who stand by me through all ups and downs, for the fact that every time I'm depressed, I find some or the other reason to smile and keep going on.....

Gosh!!!Its been a long time since I posted, but I guess I was rather too busy traveling and giving interviews to do any creative stuff lately. First was the ordeal named IIM-K, scheduled on the16th at Dadar, Mumbai. The essay writing section was rather abstract; on the topic "One of the most important characteristics of the modern era is a permanent state of mind marked by violent peace". In the 30 minutes provided I could jot down about 2.5 sides of the A4 sized sheet provided, managing to bring up the issues of democracy and Jasmine revolution in the contemporary context. All in all, an average performance. Then was the time for the dreaded PI. I was the first candidate in the 3rd panel, so didn't get much time to find out what was been asked, which in a way didn't really matter, coz they were asking random questions.There were two panelists; one a prof from IIM-K and other as I found out later from an SVNIT senior was there in other interviews as well and was rather a very "khadus" kindda person. The interview went on for about 30 minutes, in which i was asked every possible question, right from why MBA to finance to GK. The IIM prof was kindda sweet and soft spoken while the other kept cutting my answers in between and firing questions continuously. On the whole, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Results are expected to be out by first week of May. Keeping my fingers crossed, lets see what happens.....





General provisions:
A – Whereas the saying “all is fair in love and war” is absolutely correct;
B – Whereas for war we have the Geneva Convention, approved on 22 August 1864, which provides for those wounded in the battle field, but until now no convention has been signed concerning those wounded in love, who are far greater in number;
It is hereby decreed that:
Article 1 – All lovers, of any sex, are alerted that love, besides being a blessing, is also something extremely dangerous, unpredictable and capable of causing serious damage. Consequently, anyone planning to love should be aware that they are exposing their body and soul to various types of wounds, and that they shall not be able to blame their partner at any moment, since the risk is the same for both.
Article 2 – Once struck by a stray arrow fired from Cupid’s bow, they should immediately ask the archer to shoot the same arrow in the opposite direction, so as not to be afflicted by the wound known as “unrequited love”. Should Cupid refuse to perform such a gesture, the Convention now being promulgated demands that the wounded partner remove the arrow from his/her heart and throw it in the garbage. In order to guarantee this, those concerned should avoid telephone calls, messages over the Internet, sending flowers that are always returned, or each and every means of seduction, since these may yield results in the short run but always end up wrong after a while. The Convention decrees that the wounded person should immediately seek the company of other people and try to control the obsessive thought: “this person is worth fighting for”.
Article 3 – If the wound is caused by third parties, in other words if the loved one has become interested in someone not in the script previously drafted, vengeance is expressly forbidden. In this case, it is allowed to use tears until the eyes dry up, to punch walls or pillows, to insult the ex-partner in conversations with friends, to allege his/her complete lack of taste, but without offending their honor. The Convention determines that the rule contained in Article 2 be applied: seek the company of other persons, preferably in places different from those frequented by the other party.
Article 4 – In the case of light wounds, herein classified as small treacheries, fulminating passions that are short-lived, passing sexual disinterest, the medicine called Pardon should be applied generously and quickly. Once this medicine has been applied, one should never reconsider one’s decision, not even once, and the theme must be completely forgotten and never used as an argument in a fight or in a moment of hatred.
Article 5 – In all definitive wounds, also known as “breaking up”, the only medicine capable of having an effect is called Time. It is no use seeking consolation from fortune-tellers (who always say that the lost lover will return), romantic books (which always have a happy ending), soap-operas on the television or other such things. One should suffer intensely, completely avoiding drugs, tranquilizers and praying to saints. Alcohol is only tolerated if kept to a maximum of two glasses of wine a day.
Final determination:
Those wounded in love, unlike those wounded in armed conflict, are neither victims nor torturers. They chose something that is part of life, and so they have to accept both the agony and the ecstasy of their choice.
And those who have never been wounded in love will never be able to say: “I have lived”. Because they haven’t.

Posting after a long time. I guess my hectic schedule is getting the better of me. Six hours of training at ESSAR and then three hours of essay writing/ personal interview session are tiring me out. But i guess i just have to bear with a for a few days more. Learning Economics isn't as easy as i thought in first place. Although the concepts are interesting, the numerical statistics are so hard to remember. Reading ET daily also ain't a pice of cake. But still, I guess I'm going at a fairly good pace considering the fact that the interviews are still after 20 days. Expecting next month's trip to Mumbai to be a good one as i'll get to catch up with some old schoolmates and take a vacation after a long time.

Made scrambled eggs and cheese omlet today. Though I'm a very lazy person, mom somehow convinced me to make dinner today. It was fun though and i finally succeeded in ma endeavor to make an omlet in one piece. World Cup commenced today with opening being a clash between India and Bangladesh. Except for the first few overs of India's batting when Sachin and Sehwag literally thrashed the Bangladeshi bowlers and Sehwag's tremendous knock of 170, the match was rather a bore. I guess after the 20-20 format of the game,
no one has the tolerance for this format anymore. Completed three seasons of 'Heroes' and four seasons of 'The big bang theory' and while other people like my brother might consider it a waste of time, i feel its a better way of utilizing time than spending it on futile tasks like roaming around. Got a wedding to attend tomorrow. But considering my past experiences, only god can save me tomorrow!!
Totally exhausted now, got to crash now...
Ciao...

On completion of my 8 years stay in India after returning from Muscat, I have this realization that there are certain things you need to grasp ASAP if you want to "survive" in contemporary India.

1) The "hari patti" effect : If at all this terminology sounds gibberish to you, then you surely haven't had the opportunity to visit the 'sarkari daftars' or municipal offices in India. Be it any kind of work you want to get done, right from getting a admission into a primary school to getting your tenders passed, you can't have it done without proper understanding of the "hari patti" effect. According to this concept by slipping in a few notes of Indian currency better known as "hari patti" into the hands of the concerned official in Barney Stinson style(for more details please watch HIMYM), you can minimize the time in which your work gets done and at times even get impossible tasks accomplished. Corruption has seeped through all levels of corporate as well as government hierarchies.

2) Booze to lose it : I know many people might not agree with me on this, but still some of my friends who have been through the worst can swear this is the best way to release the burden of ever piling frustration you go through in your hectic life. Be it grief of failure, tension of examinations or the melancholy of break-ups, nothing helps more than a bottle of booze.

3) Keeping up appearances : This is one thing I've learnt from the various
"pleasant" social gatherings I have attended. In order to maintain your so called "image" in your society, you are expected to follow a certain set of norms. For instance, attending wedding ceremonies of people whose names you've never heard in your life, greeting and talking merrily to people in social functions even if you bitch behind their back.

4) Life is a RAT race : One of the core problems with India, which is perhaps the reason for numerous other problems, is the ever growing population, currently the 2nd largest in the world with 1.2 billion. Along with this the fact that there are only two major fields in which majority of the population wants to pursue their education, namely engineering and medical, makes matters worse. Right from secondary school, children are pushed into the rat race for making it to the premier institutions of the country such as IITs, AIIMS, NITs, etc. As a consequence, large number of students, regardless of whether they have the caliber or the potential to sustain these fields, battle it out to the top. This goes to the extent that students spend two years of their higher secondary schooling preparing for entrance exams, many of them landing up in places such as Kota, where they are grilled rigorously and persistently with technical stuff to crack these exams. Reservation quotas does not make scene any less painful. There are seats reserved by the Indian government for the protection and improvement of the so called weaker sections of the society in all government aided institutes and companies.

5) Ctrl C + Ctrl V = Life made easy: In order to survive the ordeal of stacks of pending assignments and submissions, one has to be well acquainted with this formula. Even if you’ve got the brains of a genius, there are times when coping up with task up completing utter boring and tedious TAs, projects and reports, you have to get acquainted to this “art”.

6) Learn to ignore: There are times when you have to put both your ears to maximum utility, ie. listen from one ear and eject out from the other. This not only saves you the trouble and trauma of unwanted, irrelevant gossip but also helps you from wavering away from your goals due to uninvited and ruinous suggestions.

And last but not the least…

7)Be prepared: As the Scouts motto goes ”Be prepared”, you can consider yourself a scout trying to survive through your toughest times in this country. Be it floods, earthquakes, famines or other natural calamities, autorickshaw strikes, train delays, heavy traffic jams, you have to keep yourself mentally and physically prepared to deal with the same at any point in time.





A nice poem I came across in the writings of Shiv Khera....

He worked by day.
and toiled by night.
He gave up play
And some delight
Dry books he read
New things to learn.
And forged ahead,
Success to earn.
He plodded on,
with faith and pluck.
And when he won,
Men called it luck.

This is my first ever post! I just hope I keep this habit of posting regularly, unlike my other endeavors and resolutions,which when I look upon now, were way to superfluous and unfeasible to implement in REAL life.

Taking the contemporary events into perspective, things are going way too bizarre. I am way too befuddled as to what my short and long term goals are going to be like. My dad wants me go ahead with my GRE preparation and apply to universities in the US.He is one those people who doesn't approve much of the corruption levels and standards of living in the country. Mom,on the other hand, wants me to settle in India taking up any decent job (plenty of which are available) in my hometown,Surat. In addition one of my best mates wants me to venture into entrepreneurship in alliance with him and I recently got an interview call from IIM-K for pgp. But my views are quite contrary to these. I don't want to go the US. I'm not a very patriotic person or anything, neither am i too influenced by the movie Swades, but i just don't feel like leaving India in the first place. Now for all those of you who argue that since I have spent majority of my life in the gulf and wouldn't face any problems migrating, my answer is that its my gut feeling doesn't approve of it and I'm too attached to my place, so the thought of leaving makes me nostalgic, especially after the three and half horrifying years I spent in Ahmedabad. Now the news about me getting a call from a premier management institution did come as a shock to many people including my parents. When i told dad I'll have to goto Mumbai for the interview, his first response was, "What??How the hell did you get the call in the first place?". Well not the kind of reaction I expected but I m just happy the efforts I put into preparing for GRE did pay off.

But too be very frank I'm still not sure as to weather I should MBA or not. In fact all goals seem ephemeral and hazy. I have prepared for GRE but i don't want to go to US. I am placed in Infosys but I'm quite certain I'm not joining that either. I hate routine jobs which rules out my application to various companies. I have my GATE after a week or so, but I'm sure I'm going to screw tha up as well, taking into view my derisory preparation for the same. All in all I'm in a major soup. I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do. I guess everyone goes through this phase in life where one is faced with this utmost critical decision to make, which decides his/her fate. Well I'm just to freakishly exhausted to be thinking any more about this topic, so just screw it.....

My new Sony Bravia 40EX710 is simply "fantabulous". When you have features sure as Internet video player, inbuilt DVD and USB, and sound system that would put many amplifiers to shame, I guess it is not apt to term it as the "idiot box" anymore. World cup is going to be so much more fun this time! I'll have to go back to A'bad for the weekend for the 1st review of my industrial training at Essar, which I assure you is no fun at all, but the experience might just add some weight to my cv.  That reminds me I have as yet not started preparing for the comprehensive test scheduled on the same same. Crap!!Hell with it, I just hope GJ, my blood brother, has revised some so he can help me out.

Enough for the first post, I guess.....
Ciao

 

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An engineer by intellect, introvert by nature, gamer by passion. With aspirations in heart and a song on my lips, I traverse through this journey called life; meeting people along the way and having my own vantage point about the events that transpire. I wish to believe that the world is full of idiosyncrasies and imperfections and I just try to make the world better in the best way I can and if not then at least to create a perspective that makes things seem tolerable.

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