Baby steps

When you are kid, everyday you experience something new, a new sensation, a new taste, a new sight, a new smell, a new something that excites you or a new something that exhilarates you. Kids dim-witted they are, would immediately forget all about the new experience that they just had and would go chase a ball or do some stupid thing like that. But I vividly remember some of those experiences and I remember how much it excited me. I tell you even Einstein wouldn't have been so thrilled when he split the atom.

I remember once during a pleasant summer evening I was sitting on my mother's lap on our porch, watching people pass by. She gave me a candy and had one herself. She took the plastic candy wrapper from me and started working on something. I was intently watching her make alternating folds on a candy wrapper, and then twisting it more towards one end. She then made the same alternate folds on another wrapper, tied it around the first wrapper where it's twisted and finally released the folds so they create frills. Voila you have a girl doll wearing a skirt and it was so colorful. I say, seeing a doll made right there out of nothing but two candy wrappers was totally wicked.

One of my cousins had apparently discovered the sensations a peppermint can cause and was all too eager to show it to me. He gave me a peppermint and asked me to have it. I liked the taste of mint and it left a sort of cool feeling in my mouth. All this is was very new to me. He then gave me a glass of water and asked me to drink it. I had a sip and felt as if some iceberg just melted in my mouth and was speeding towards my throat. The cold cold water rushed through my throat and left me all shook up. It was just wonderful and I just kept drinking water till I thought my stomach was going to burst open.

I was playing with an uncle of mine and he wanted to know if I wanted him to draw something for me. Being a stupid kid that I am, I have always thought drawing a ship would be very hard. I mean it's after all a complex piece of machinery, with several decks, tall chimneys, and huge anchors not to mention its enormous size. Ha let me see him draw all that on this small piece of paper? So I asked him to draw me a ship. Once he was done, I couldn't believe that drawing a ship could be this easy. To top it all, he told me he can make me one with nothing but a paper. I went mad with excitement.

Long lost

Sensations to ponder about, thoughts to write about
Yet silence is what I accept, without doubt
Time seems to elude me, so is the text
Savor the moment for I may not be braver for the next

Illusions I have built, so is the sand castle
For ages it felt, all that they did was dazzle
There was no castle, either sand or brick
It was just my mind that played the trick

Memories shattered, emotions battered
Mind drifted, thoughts scattered
Unbearable as it may seem, endure them I should
Freedom is all I seek, find it if you could

I will be forgotten, my words ignored
Others will fill the place, their presence adored
But thank you, my dear
For everything cheer, including the tear.

Compliments

The basis for this post is one of Seinfeld's stand-up gags. The argument is that when someone complements the clothes that you wear, they are faithfully complementing that particular article of clothing and absolutely nothing else. So when I say, 'Hey that's a nice shirt you are wearing', ok or Baliga says 'oh really. Thank you' and takes pride in them assuming the complement was showered on them rather than the shirt itself. (ok and Baliga no offence :P)

I tend to disagree with this hypothesis. It may be so that the shirt in question is absolutely fabulous but it also has to suit the person who is wearing that shirt, for that matter it's true for most pieces of clothing. (unquestionably so for lingerie :D)

So how does this particular observation fit into my life? I recently got a brand new Altima coupe and have been receiving complements for it from friends, to office folks, to complete strangers in parking lots.

Even though it's all nice and sweet, it just doesn't make me all happy and proud. Unlike the clothing argument, my looks are totally immaterial to the fact that I am driving a super sexy car. I have noticed strangers ogling at my car for five straight minutes, look embarrassed when I walk up to the car, complement my car and leave instantly. This makes it all the more worse more so when done by a gorgeous damsel as her untimely disappearance upon my arrival paints a false picture that it's me who makes the car look awful. Sigh!

You complete me.

I know it's corny but hey what the hell, that sums it all up and I like it.

Happy Valentine's Day :)

Office Quips

1. When I joined work, we were a fairly small start up. In our company we have a tradition of the new hires being taken out for lunch by the CEO in order to acquaint her with them. Usually the new hires receive a mail from the CEO inviting them for a casual lunch. A new hire, one Mr. V reads this mail for a lunch invitation by our CEO and is extremely shocked.

Mr. V replies:

Dear Ms.CEO,

I appreciate your interest in getting to know me well but you see I am a married man with two children. I cannot do this to my family. I would be grateful if we could drop this idea and not take this any further.

Sincerely,
Mr. V

CEO replies:

Dear Mr. V,

It's perfectly ok. I too am married with two children ;)

Sincerely,
Ms. CEO

2. During an office lunch party:

New hire: Hi, I am Mr. A

Mr. T: Hi, I am Mr. T

New hire: So how long have you been working here?

Mr. T: I have been working here for the last 4 years.

New hire: Wow that's a long time to work for a start up.

Mr. T: Yes, unfortunately I am the founder so I have to.

New hire: #@*&#

Warning: Item 3 is strictly PG-17

3. Our company does something called search keyword optimization that is we optimize the revenue generated for keyword when its bid for in search engines. Recently we had an adult content oriented client. I cannot name who the client is since I will be breaching the confidentiality agreements of our company but I can tell you that they are quite famous. I enjoy bragging to my friends that I indirectly work for this company.

Conversation about the performance of this client as you can understand can lead to very awkward situations. Here are some of those priceless moments. I tell you it takes extreme control to keep a straight face and not laugh when someone says

a. Big b00b$ isn't performing well.
b. P0rn screwed us.
c. Let's take le$bi@n g@ngb@ng as our case study.

Rains

Never felt them to be anything special all my life but all that changed today morning. Not that I danced to glory in the rain with bone chilling winds blowing over my body which our scantily clad bollywood heroines seem to enjoy in one of those item numbers or some such stupid thing but a genuine sense of longing.

We grown ups are so engrossed in making lives complicated for ourselves that we never really take the time to stop and appreciate the small things.

How I wish I would be tightly tucked in the bed with some hot chocolate to relish on. That tepid feeling you get under the comforter. That warm feeling which fills you up from the inside when u take a sip of that hot chocolate. That tingling feeling when your palms engulf the hot chocolate mug with the cold air breezing past your fingers. That soft music created by rain droplets which come crashing down from high above. A book to ponder on or a movie to acquire pleasure from, how I wish I was a kid again! Life was so right then.

Happy New Year 2008

Wish you all a happy, prosperous, eventful and a splendid New Year

iPod Survey

A friend of mine is doing a research on the marketing strategies of iPod for a course project and wanted me and anyone I know to fill out a short survey. So, please do spend a minute (precisely a minute) of your time to fill the survey below. It doesn't matter if you don't own an iPod as long as you have used a portable mp3 player.

For anyone living,
(i) Outside India, please click here.
(ii) Inside India, please click here.

Know your journey

Recently during a lunch conversation with my colleagues, the topic of the Genographic project propped up. This particular project aims to map historical human migration over time by collecting DNA samples from various ethnic groups spread around the world. So what's interesting about this project? Well you too can get your family's migration map! For a fee of about $100 you can get either your paternal or your maternal side's migration map.

One of my colleagues had invested quite a bit to know both his paternal and maternal side's migration map. For starters, we all are direct descendants of one human appropriately named "Adam" who lived 60,000 years ago. From then on the journey takes various other routes. His maternal side moved along the coast of Africa, crossed over to the Middle East still along the coast, moved along costal Iran and into costal South Asia until they landed in modern day Tamil Nadu. His paternal side had a longer journey, they moved from Africa, to Europe, to Russia, to Central Asia, to South Asia and finally Tamil Nadu. A sub branch in his paternal side ended up somewhere in the Amazon. Along the way both this maternal and paternal side had provided and gained genetic material from a variety of tribes. It was simply fascinating I say.

PS: If you wish to get your family's migration map, follow this link.

A Prejudice about Opinions

Never have an opinion unless you are paid for it…

PS: This one is original.

Complaints

"Complaining is good for you as long as you're not complaining to the person you're complaining about"

- By a friend :D

How I ended up doing nothing :(

While in India, I wanted to enjoy every moment, talk to my hearts content with family and friends, share a quiet moment with my home, travel on the bus and those share autos, take a long walk, go to the usual grocery store, and do everything just once that reminded me of something special. I didn't have any time to sit down and blog all those wonderful events. The idea was that I would have all the time in the world once I am back. Once I was back, I was home sick, wanted to catch up with friends, reduce my slack in work, and to take it easy for a few weeks. It's been a little more than a month now and I find that the intensity of those feelings has reduced, some incidents totally forgotten, confusion as to where to start and where to end. This is the story of how I wanted to blog some of my most cherished experiences and ended up doing nothing.

Happy Diwali

May the festival of lights,
Fill your life with endless delights,
Good fortunes and good times,
Be plentiful as your year brightens.

Wish you all a very happy Diwali.

My man Bob Dylan

A couple of days back I was out with a colleague for lunch. It was during this twenty five minute trip (finding a parking spot is a nightmare during lunch time) to the restaurant my colleague chose to introduce me to Bob Dylan. I was so drawn into the songs by his lyrics, the soothing effect of his music and his voice to such extent that I wasn't responding to any of my colleague's questions. Fortunately he understood the trance that I was in. I immediately borrowed his CD and have been in a trance ever since. Dylan's lyrics are so simple yet so profound and beautiful which easily makes him the best songwriter I have come across. Keep it coming my man, Bob Dylan.

Monkey business

Recently the deputy mayor for New Delhi was killed by a horde of wild running monkeys. Well apparently he fell to his death from his terrace after trying to evade a group of monkeys who were more than happy to maul him for God knows or rather the monkeys know why. Given the fact that Mr. Bajwa was the Delhi BJP senior vice-president for several years, I assumed that the monkeys would have loved him. Guess I was wrong. Please don't judge me by thinking I am having fun at the expense of a dead person, I am merely pointing out the irony of the situation.

Someone who is driven by an ideology that monkeys are sacred, that any interruption to the monkeys' way of life would bring down the wrath of Gods themselves, doesn't mind disturbing their habitat or encroaching their territory, then goes on to do absolutely nothing about it or rather blocks any move to do something about it. I am sad yet relieved it was Mr. Bajwa who had to pay the price for his ideology and inaction, and not some child as in this regrettable incident from Banglore. So how do we tackle this menace now, bring in bigger monkeys to control the smaller ones. Brilliant!

Low. Sigh!

Being in India for three months after three years has its own pluses and minuses. Yummy food, loads of attention, time with family and friends, the excitement in being home, nostalgic memories; most yearned for, and the list goes on endlessly. The greatest downside to it all is home sickness. The wretched feeling that all those goodies were short lived and the fact that your home is on the other side of the planet doesn't help one bit. I know I may be too old for it, but heck yea, I am home sick. What makes it even more miserable is there is no one around to cheer me up. Sigh!

Old West German TV Series

Some of my most cherished memories of Doordarshan (DD) from childhood to early teens were those of the West German TV series produced by Transtel and Cologne. I was a great fan of all of them and I still am. These series were usually dubbed in English and were played on DD1 and DD2, long before onslaught of cable and now satellite television. They had a certain charm to them, which captivated me, held me glued to the TV set and finally left me with a feeling of euphoria that lingered on… Yes, I am taking about TV series. I experienced a certain bonding with the characters and overtime it felt as if they were my good friends.

Thanks to Jetix, a rerun of "Didi's comedy show" brought back a flood of all those sweet memories. I vividly remember those animated discussions we had in school about didi's antics, how I used to roll on the floor and laugh at something that Didi did or said and how much my stomach would hurt from all the laughing. This time around at home, I was watching the same with father. Jetix had the show dubbed in Tamil which if anything made it even more hilarious not in an oddball kind of way, but in exactly the same way as a good comedian would perform. The best part of it all was watching it with father. It's sometimes astonishing to see how grown up adults, myself and father, could laugh our hearts out at a TV show.

Derrick was another series that I was really crazy about. It was set in Munich where two police detectives, Stephan Derrick and Harry Klein, would systematically solve murder cases by the sole power of their reasoning alone. Stephan Derrick played by Horst Tappert had a commanding screen presence and I still remember how calm and composed he was through out the entire series, how he would cross-examine and probe inconsistencies and finally how he would break the accused down, that in most cases they usually end up confessing to the crime. Later years when I had the opportunity to watch more such investigative TV series or movies, what struck me most was unlike others, Derrick didn't have any violence involved, no knives, no guns, and no blood, just Derrick's pure brilliance.

Der Fahnder or The Investigator as its called in its English version was another favorite of mine. Faber played by Klaus Wennemann plays the lead role in the series. This was another police investigative series that is fast paced, exciting, intense, riveting, exhilarating and what not. Faber is young, dynamic, impatient police detective always on the look out for action. Well yea, as a kid I sort of wanted to be like him. It's not just the action that made it appealing to me but Faber's brilliant investigative methods, his personality, the friendly nature of the other characters and a sort of attachment you feel with Faber and his family. The title music was one of the best I have heard for any TV series so far. Derrick and Der Fahnder both were sixty minute episodes with a murder, investigation and a conclusion.

Telematch contains a series of games that were played between two little German towns. I loved the series since they always came up with very interesting games to play. I also remember I generally had no penchant towards any of the teams. I would usually support the one that's having the highest points on the board and hence my support would vary several times during a single match.

I grew with these series and thinking about them engulfs me with a feeling of nostalgia. How I wish I could be a kid again. The feeling of watching one of these series while being papered by mom, well what can I say, is just priceless.

PS: I just googled for Klaus Wennemann and found that he left us on 7^th January 2000. He will be sorely missed.

Mom :)

In spite of an absolute lack of time, I just couldn't resist posting this. Mom, this is so very true. Nobody even comes close.

PS: I am sorry to have kept you folks waiting but you've got to bear with me for a few more days :-(

Vacation and work

Its been quite sometime since I posted anything here. I am on vacation in Madras but the relentless call of work cannot be ignored, still I try. So much to write about, father, mother, brother, friends, madras so on and so forth. With closed eyes and a deep breath, I am taking it all in and it simply overwhelms me. Three years has been far too long to be away from home. I should be posting quite a few new entries but don't know when, hopefully sooner than later.

Beware!

Trespassers will be shot.
Survivors will be shot again.

PS: Happened to see this warning sign outside someone's property.