New York

Central Park. Liberty Island. Times Square. Bronx Zoo. The Metropolitan Museum of Art. China Town. Little Italy. New york Stock Exchange. Brooklyn Bridge. Fifth Avenue. Wall Street. Subways & Metro.

I am coming.

Whats up in Life??

I havent been blogging for quite some time, and the reason is because I have been pretty busy lately. I have been extremely engaged with my aquarium keeping hobby also. I am working on two fishy blogs at the same time. Also have been hooked on to Mafia Wars for the last one month or so. So the cumulative effect of this is drastic reduction in my reading schedule. And secondly, in my blogging schedule. Not to forget my quite time that I haven't been having for a while now.

Anyways just posting this post to get the ball rolling on this side of my life too. Hopefully, there will be more posts on this blog in the near future.

Extreme Stress

The last few days have been very stressful for me. My MCA exams in january, followed by a very demanding project at work. I have been up all night atleast 5 times in the last week and a half. And now, bouts of sinusitis bog me down. So a tough period for me. Also one of the main reasons I haven't been blogging regularly. The other reason is my wild obsession with a long lost hobby. A hobby that deserves a separate blog. More on that soon...

Tiring exams

My MCA exams have quickly come up around the corner, and the tough days are back. No reading for pleasure and no writing for sometime. Will be back ASAP.

The New year comes with a bang!!

Well, 2009 is surely gonna be something of a year. It started with a bang! OK, not in a sense but in a very literal sense. I had 2 punctures in a span of around 5 hours. The first one, a couple of hours before midnight on the 31st, when I was leaving from office. That was when I found my front tyre gone kaput. And around 5 hours down the line, at 3:00 am, my rear tyre tube valve gave away. Now i don't know what the probability of this happening is, but im sure that it is extremely small. Anyways hoping that this year doesn't have such unwanted bangs in store ahead. Rather hoping for a year of positive bangs, if you know what that means.

The Diwali Blast...

13 more blasts in Assam! Seems like Diwali will never end. The fireworks have been on throughout the year. The Muslims have this perennial problem with religion-bred-terrorism. There are a majority who are peace loving muslims. But because of a certain section of demented extremists, it is diwali for India every day. You dont know where the next blast is, maybe just around the corner. You don't know whether you will make it back home in your office clothes, or in a polythene bag, with your clothes.

The other day when returning home, I stopped at the red light of the Inorbit signal at malad. Just in front of me stood a bike, with its bearded rider. The back of the bike had a sticker of the trademark Shiv Sena tiger, all growling and wild. Suddenly, this guy in front of me yanked out the side-stand, left the bike leaning on it, and walked away. Just imagine leaving a bike just like that in a busy junction. He walked towards a few bhel-puri stalls on the pavement and disappeared into the crowd. I was bewildered. In many of the blasts that had happened all over India, the bombs were planted on bikes and cycles that could be easily abandoned in a busy place, without anybody even getting a whiff of what was conspiring in the shadows. The engine serial nos/registration nos. can be easily filed off to prevent detection and tracking. I looked at the bike and the small carrier box that it had fixed below the pillion seat, and considered possibilities of what all it could carry. Bomb kept coming back to my mind, like I was stuck in a loop! Bomb. Bomb. Bomb. Bomb. The Shive Sena sticker on the bike and the beard on the man made me even more uncomfortable. Maybe it was a muslim extremist who was out to frame Shiv sainiks in what would be known as the Inorbit Signal blasts. Maybe the Shivsainiks had finally decided to retaliate by entering the blasts business themselves. Whatever it was, it kinda scared me.

After a few anxious moments of craning my neck to see whether I could spot the alleged bomber, I saw the man re-appear, emerging from the crowd like a water in a Sahara desert tap. I was relieved. He probably had gone to the loo for a leak, and had inadvertently scared the crap out of a genuine alert citizen ;) of this country.

Jokes apart, many people today would have reacted to this situation in the same manner. This just goes to show the subtly developing fear psychosis in our people. In a country where we could just go about anywhere, without even thinking twice, we now live in constant fear of the next blast. When would it happen, where would it happen, who would die etc.

What are the rulers of this country doing? Where is the security? After the 7/11 tragedy in the US, could anyone even burst a single Lavangi within the country? If they could do it, then so can we. If not immediately, eventually. But there has to be some positive movement toward that eventuality. That positive movement, my friend, is what I never get to see in this country of mine. I may sound like a synic, but believe me, this is optimism.

Four Damn Days!

Four days! Four damn days! And I almost did nothing... those four damn days! Diwali, falling just after a Sunday means a long weekend. And this time Merrill Lynch was generous enough to give us 2 holidays. So the 2 day weekend became Four days long. Four Damn Days!

More than 40% of which I just slept through (obviously, including the nights). There were a bevy of pending things that were plaguing me (and still continue to), and these 4 days were supposed to help me attain Nirvana. But now they're gone and I didn't even feel it.

Four damn days... gone!

Collective Blogging

I am a collective blogger. Yes, I am. Confused? Well, let me tell you what collective blogging is. I don't know if this term actually exists, but the following is my meaning of what collective blogging is. Blogging multiple post on the same days, or blogging with greater intensity over short periods of time, followed by long arid patches of no-blogging. If you take a look at my blog or better, if you plot a trend line of the no. of posts v/s time, you will see something that looks like the mouth of an old shark with a few remnant teeth. Spikes followed by large flat plains.

The primary reason for this kind of behavior is that I usually write my stuff offline, and am very irregular at sitting and writing my ideas out. There are a million in my head, and a million things I want to say. But then the outlet of these ideas into the electronic world of the internet is very small. Most of them die or wilt away just waiting to be written. That is sad. Very sad, both for me and my poor ideas/thoughts.

Most of them come when im riding my way to work and back. So many of them. But when I reach work/home, I enter a new world, where most of my ideas go find a small dark corner to sleep. I am working on strategies to keep them alive, and convert them into blog-entries. So hopefully, there will be many more blog entries in the future, and not collectively, but consistently.

living Green

Have you ever felt the freshness of vivid Green, through a thin curtain of translucent white?

The drizzle made the fresh green play ground look even more refreshing. The cold spray on my face washed away my weariness. The Godrej Colony truly is beautiful. I should be grateful to God, that I have had an opportunity to stay here.

The same 24 hours

Right now there are a million things on my mind and my to-do list. So many things/people to catch up with, pending stuff to be done, self-set standards to scale up to, things to learn, posts to blog, exams to study for! How I wish every day had more than the standard 24 hours there are today. How I wish I could use the 24 hours that I already have better.

Even the most successful people on earth had only 24 hrs in a day. If Mother Tereza, Mandela, Gandhi, Gates, Federer, Tendulkar, Archer, Tolkein could achieve what they have in just sets of 24 hour days, there is no reason why I should not be able to get something even worth 1/10th of what they got done.

Klueless3

My internet connection got restored after ages, and I am making the best use of it. Playing Klueless3. Kudos to the IIM guys who made this game.

I discovered Klueless a few days back and im hooked on to it already. This is something that has tangled up my grey matter. The arteries to my head are working overtime. Time has become irrelevant, and I am up awake at 4 a.m., struggling on Level 10 b, trying to decode some crap. Did 4 levels in an hour, not bad. But I waned to go uptill Level 15 before I slept. Am blogging after a real big gap. Hoping to post some stuff up soon.

UnioN

We finally met...

Change

Im looking for a change, or is change looking for me.
Its about time we met...

Caribbean Blues

I clicked this on Hollywood Boulevard, Los Angeles. This man stood in solitude as he played the sax, one of the instruments that i really admire & I wish I knew. This is on snap that I love.