What does it feel like being Numero Uno !

When Liverpool beat chelsea in the EPA league, When Sampras beat Agassi in a 5-6 hour marathon American open, When Australia beat Sri Lanka in a long awaited boring world cup cricket 2007 finals, Awesome was the small word. Vintage was just speculative. Annihilation was what it was. Team effort was how it was. In Cricket, this was a true display of complete professionalism and absolute aura with which Australia ran over the international teams, making the others look so pedestrian. A team which did not have any “Big” names, a team which just lost 5 back to back matches, a team which the entire cricketing fraternity did not much like purely because of their ability to win, this was the same team which bulldozed the rest and the people who ‘shamelessly’ wagged their tongue once too long had nothing but to bite the dust and eat back whatever they said.

I had so much of belief that this was the team which challenged and consistently won the battle ever so successfully without many problems. Sometimes, we have to forcefully relate our performance in whatever we do against such teams. That is the learning in true sense. The humility and confidence driven arrogance makes this team completely unbeatable and they are in an unassailable position. I, remember how much Mohammed Ali had an influence on the boxing ring. The rule of the game was simple : pummel the opponet hard and bloody and the guy standing amidst the power punches is the victor. But Ali, had a very strange impact on the proponents. Whenever the referee used to say the rule of the game (as a mere formality) with the two boxers adjacent to one another ever so eager to have a bite at the other, but when it came to Ali, the champ would always say how he was going to destroy the opponent, how he was going to go for a knock out and how much eager he was to get going. Imagine, you keep hearing to this constant gibes that is even before the game started. Nerve wrecking is’nt it. That was why Ali was the “World’s Greatest” and rightly so R Kelly sang and dedicated the song to Ali.That to me is the greatest highpoint for a real champ. It is the champ who always makes it so sure and proves to the world why they are the greatest. The resilience, the ability, the intent to face the adversity on the face combined together with the mental strength is the recipe of success, which is applicable to all walks of life and work. This is how the current Australian team is made up of. Strong men, different personalities but one goal – Intend to succeed.

In that high and positive note am signing off.

The Initial cross over

Well, now that I am home, going to work was something that surely was something that I never had in the top of the priority list but there are a few things in life which we cannot run away from. So I had to show up to work and as strange as it could be I had a very funny feeling when I stepped into the same building where I was working a few years back. New people, new policies and everything new were how I will say things were from the start. Slowly, by about 11:00 I came over and met the team which had been working remote – they were the people whom I did not even know how they looked. The mails were how I could relate to how they looked. The place looked alien to me, the work looked alien to me, the food, the climate and everything surrounding every single thing appeared so darn alien.

The initial few days were the most trying ones for me and not once I had a thought on whether I made a correct decision at all to move back. Such was the state of mind. It was nerve wracking and almost very very emotional for the fact that I used to get mails from the folks in US every other day, to top it I was just not able to relate myself and people were generally more hostile to start with. With the passage of time, things are starting to smoothen a bit and I am getting the grip of things to an extend such that I am also fiercely competing with other for seats in the bus(I still remember how I stood away thinking it was a line and how much I was fooled to see a women storm push me only to comfortably sit and travel), am slowly getting to the desi walks of life in style.

There are a few things in mind currently and until that works in my favor sooner than later I will not begin to lament if my decision to move back to India was a smart one or not. I am an eternal optimist and I will work my way. Until then in that note, varta :-)

Vacations ,Nice times and smart thinking.

Is'nt this what we always want - Vacations. And yes I took a week off before I moved to India. And as it could be it was just perfect. The week off was just what the doctor ordered. I flew there and it was a family grouping as well and it started on a good note and ended on a good note. So much so that I got busy soon after that trip and I was reminded by a fellow blogger that I was missing action for a while :)

So all I did was to chronologically add in the entries and back date the time. Am I smart and revolutionary in thinking and yes who said we cannot change time. Ouch ! Bad joke. On that note I hope to be on the base and will do the duties regularly.

Out of my comfort zone!

Well this is not the autobiography of Stephen Waugh. But it was more how I felt when I thought it was decision I had to take for my own betterment to straighten myself out for a little bit. As I decided to move out of a place in abroad where I lived,worked, worried, was morose,happy, happier, became wise, had fun and suddenly I realized it was all going to be like a nostalgic feeling. This decision was something which I took in a conscious state of mind and I knew it was not going to be difficult. And rightly so the last week or two was unbelievably stressful for me - both professionally and personally. I had to clean out a place where I was living for such a long time and then if this thought was on one end of the stick the other was to think of people with whom I worked and known with time.

The sadness is one thing and what happened in the last week with farewell lunch and free food from the cafeteria practically everyday for me through the day (I think they did not enjoy the thought that I was leaving home. I think so!). But that is when I thought for a little bit how much we get used to a comfortable situation and the normal ways of life, the people with whom you work, the food, the climate, the routine. It is strange that half the people around don't realise that. Perhaps they don't have time to reminise.Better still !

"With greater power comes greater responsibility" - you know who said that. I can only draw an analogy on how beneficial it gets to an individual with respect to the thought process and the existence. We surely get used to how to handle things in a known environ more than an unknown. After all this nostalgic feeling came the fear, the anxiety, the undue pressure when the time was almost set for the move. I wish I do well and I don't end up regretting the move I wanted to make for several reasons best known to me and I shall take that with me to my grave!

As of now it is time to really think about the "comfort zone" loss.

"Everybody is free to wear sunscreen" by Baz Luhrman

Sista stole it from me. I ask again Sunscream eh !

One of a very nice post. I would say this is more of an inspirational song and does wonders when you are so down in pieces. Unbelievable how this song can connect the missing spots and get us in a relatively better position.

I am also including the lyrics for the song, should someone find it difficult to follow the song.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97,

Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis or reliable then my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice....now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, nevermind, you won't understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded, but trust me in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind: the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. (if you succeed in doing this, tell me how).
Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of Calcium. Be kind to your knees -- you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40; maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body: use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it; it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance...even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions (even if you don't follow them).
Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents; you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings: they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but what a precious few should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old; and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse, but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you are 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal--wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me, I'm the sunscreen.

Spineless performance costs India dear.

The real reason that inspired me to write this is not to express how bad I felt being whacked by an outside team, who were categorised as "minnows", in the cricket world cup but what we learn out of this defeat and how much of impact happens because of our thoughts.

We, Indian team, actually were arrogant refusing to believe that we will be surprised by our own thoughts. They felt that they could never be beaten by a team who were categorised as Minnows for this world cup. Pride goes before the fall. That is what happened we sometimes end up putting and pushing ourself so much deep into our comfort zone that our mind refuses to accept that we can be run over by events in life. And when that happens we cry loud of being toyed by extra natural existence(not to sound rude at all). Fact is we write our very own destiny, if not right. The most I see always end up being that way. With our experience in life grows arrogance and that feeling of nonchalant and repose. We star tot take life for granted. That to me is the biggest reason for a failure.

Second, most evident from the team's performance was that we were living on the past and the abilities we possess using which we once long back proved something. We have a player in Shewag, who once played scored 300 and has never performed after that. We have a player in Sachin Tendulkare, who once performed long time back and that he had been playing for 18 years. It slowly had become more of an emotional gratitude that we started to have to these players. Life is definitely not about what we achieved in the past. Past remains in the past always . We always have to think about how we are doing in the present. That goes a long way and helps us from setting ourself to a failure.

We are the only team that has gone into the World cup with more than one player having more than 10, 000 runs under their kitty. As a matter of fact, we have a Triumvirate in Sachin, Dravid and Ganguly with a combined astounding 35,000 total runs in a 500+ ODI's. Whose benefit was it today when we were beaten by a team whose combined experience is not even 100+. Facts are on the table. It is not about living our life based on the accomplishments in the past. Yes, what we do in the past means a lot to us as a person for the present and the future. But backing ourself just on that alone is not going to do anyone any benefit.

At the end of it, we know how we want to live our life. It is all about those subtle changes we are prepared to do which makes the existence a successful one.

Review for the Movie, 300

One of the best movies in the contemprorary world. Wonderful artwork and good idea of puting that to work, unbelievable men with six packs- just makes you think if the guys in Sparta always ended up working in Gym the full time.

But the history behind the movie is a real life battle that happened between the Greeks and the Persians. The battle was the called the "battle of THermopylae". One of the biggest and most fiercely fought battle where the 300 spartans who were defending their territory all die fighing the persians.

The movie actually starts with a messenger who goes to all Greek cities offering blandishments if they would submit, and asking for "earth and water" from their soil as a token of their submission. Many smaller states submitted. However, the Athenians threw their envoys into a pit and the Spartans threw theirs into a well, taunting them with the retort, "Dig it out for yourselves" (referring to the 'earth and water' demand). That so nicely pictured. I think that set the tone for the movie big time.

For me the best thing was the way they slow motion camera works went in so well with the movie plot.

This movie is best enjoyed in IMAX or theaters. Worth every penny. I think.

Subtle meanng to life

I, actually came across this in the internet which was sorta deep in the sense that sometimes such inference to what we encounter in real life. We never know why a few things ever happen in life. But when we read a few inspirational write ups , we feel comfortable. Atleast, I do feel good when I read something like this. A few pin ups that I liked da most.

Mountain Biking, a bliss

I have taken to biking more seriously these days and especially during the winter nothing beats that. It is the inital mental break through point about the cold, the distance, the uphill but with time you just dont think about that any more. It has been incredible for the fact that I am clocking 25 miles almost every other day but with the weekday I guess I would not be able to be consistent with that. And this jaunty has been helping me indirectly (call it the Butterfly effect, " "If a butterfly flaps its wings on one side of the world, the ripple effect could cause a tempest on the other"), I burn up 350 calories on each trip,which is quite remarkable.

One of the days when it snow stormed real bad. It was quite eventful that it happened.. But contrary to the common belief about biking having to make a man sexually impotent, is a fab. But I think everything within the sanity side of the line is all good.



Cycling in gym also is no bad thing at all. Atleast we end up doing something better to ourself. They say the "apple" shaped stomach for men and "pear" shaped bottom for women, is not good at all in the long run. And this is no forum for the health benefits, it is just a thought. The fun starts when we start doing it.

Pan's Labyrinth, The Movie

This movie is directed in the past during the Spannish civil war period and it is quite well directed as such. I am not going to go into the details mentioning what is where and how coz that would dilute the effect from the movie. This was the first time that I ventured to watching a Foriegn language movie and I feel that does not dilute the flow of the movie at all. What I like the most in that movie was the way the director mixes parallel story lines and attention to minute details, for example, when shot in the cheek the right eye starts to become bloodier slowly and when the major fights with Mercedes and is cut on the cheek, the cut is pretty much the same length of the small knife that she used. Sometimes, when screens flip over there is a good chance to overdo the actual. Knowingly or unknowingly, this film had the mixture of all.

I would rate the move a positive 8.5 er (not an average movie). See it then you will appreciate the fact why this was oscar nominated in 6 different categories.

Betrayal or Love

I don't know how many times we see this happen around us. The tagline being something related to Moses and Ramses. Moses was left to himself when he was a baby in a river by the parents (family) who were slaves to the then ruler of Egypt. The baby is set adrift in the water and dangerous one that too and finally reaches the noble family of the King and they see the baby and without any big deal adopt him and eventually give birth to Ramses, thereby making two kids in the royal family.

The brothers grow up for a while and into teens and post those nice moments, I am talking about a period *say* 20 or 21 years of upbringing in the royal family, Ramses takes over the kingdom and appoints his dear, intelligent brother as the chief officer (I forget the position name). That is when Moses meets his "sister" who are the bonded labourers that belong to Hebrew community. She says something about being abandoned and that he was the foster son to the king. If this was not enough the "sister" sings a song ! Dang , the brother is so mesmerized and enquires the King about this and knows the truth which is a slap on the face kind of thing.

Moses leaves the kingdom and goes to a far away land in the desert and marries a girl from well to do family. Now the plot. Moses changes his mind and wants to act against Ramses by asking for the freedom of "his" community because the god of the Hebrew's came in his dreams ! Ramses refuses and the fight and the famine and finally Ramses loses his son in that famine where the "god" protects Moses and his crew because they have the Lamb's blood mark on their house. Eventually, Moses makes a pathway in midst of the river and takes his men to safer land and promptly Ramses attacks, more to do because he lost his progeny because of this idiot. And Moses tricks him and the river closes the pathway and bingo ! Ramses is dead caught there.

Question: What was worth to note from a back stabbing, sick history such as this? The kid is in the river all by itself and the royal family takes him to their own and for 22 freaking years Moses does not know if he was the royal blood or not. Suddenly, from no where , when he knows it he admonishes the Kingdom. How worse can it get? I mean, what was for the King and Queen who showed atmost love to the Idiot, Moses, who saved the best form of gratitude by leaving and back stabbing. And that is the Histry we present to the future generation.

I mean, even if, say god came and did manage to say something about freedom et all .Moses, where is the thinking? What is it that we are trying to tell our future, well here is the deal, what ever happens forget your present family and try to bind and save the unknown because they are the actual parents? People make a big deal about that saying Moses made that sacrifice and blah blah. I think he was a bad example of how a kid turned into a man should not be.

I got a better story in conjuction to this. How about Mahabarat, an Epic story from Indian civilization. We had the same remake situation and I forget that person's name.. Say "X" he did not leave his "Foster" family when he knew about that. X said, "well the foster family was so good in treating him as theirs so I cannot leave them in the need of crisis. Even if it is wrong I will fight for the Kauravas."

This is a good moral compared to what happened in Egypt. Sometimes people becomes so self pocessed that we don't and fail to see the bigger picture. In real life, there are more such incidents which we can relate to. I think, we should grow up to a person who can take decisions not just self-aggrandizing ourself.

Having said all that what would have happened if Moses stuck with Ramses and had the empire expanded. Positive side, we would have had many more pyramids and nice wonders (intact) of the world. Negative side, there would have been slaves. But who was not a slave in that era.

Anyway, we are but full of reasons for what we do. I think if Moses came to life now, he would have his "nicer and socially acceptable" reason which will go well with everyone... For the moment, I am not pleased anyway by that Egyptian history. And let's not become one like that ever after from now.

Disclaimer: The above observation is not specific to any religion or caste or anything. It was an example that could just fit so well and more importantly, this was my thinking and has nothing related to anyone else.

Snow storm

The worse is always in store until the end. Now, how can this ever happen, I mean, on valentine's day and it was a snow storm - worst snow storm that got the entire Northeast america to the knees. I have never seen something this worse. But the point being why on that day. New York had so many poor story lines. Folks wanted to surprise their parters by making floral orders which were supposed to be hand given at the appropriate time and guess what we got an uninvited snow storm messing up the party.

I, for one, felt quite helpless - both for the situation I found myself in and thiers. Story my end was equally apalling. The snow cleaned us up big time and crippled us. Total connection to outer world lost, interstates shut down and here I was looking at my room heater which is right at the woods. The longer it was covering up with snow, my heart was skipping a beat. Coz that is the only source of heat to the house and should the heater konk out, guess what..

But I am not against the snow but the time and date the artic cold had to pass over. I hated that. Feb 14th - Valentine's Day. The artic freeze in NorthEast which resulted in the snow storm was called the Valentine as well. And Saint Valentine would have been mighty disappointed with what he would have seen.

I am grumpy now... anyway that is how I am always :-)

Being Gay ..

How many people we know around us actually can say with pride that they are in a relationship with a person of same sex? Why is it considered as a wrong doing? After all what is a relationship? and why is it that people bring beurocracy to personal life? These are some questions I always had -although thinking like this does not make me bi-sexual or homosexual. If not, why I think like this? Well, it is just a thought that I had when I see people go to any length to say "Oh well he is just a close friend who means a lot to me and my future" but don't term us "gay".

Why is this term a taboo in the societies and the human echleon thus far. We say a particular region or a country as developed based on several factors yet even in the so called top draw countries the feeling is so suppressed. And I wonder why everyone wants to be a stranger to the feeling. After all for every relationship - man vs woman, to survive there are several factors and if those factors can well be accomodated within people of same sex and if the lifestyle suits and compliments the survival as one unit, why is it that people are so offended?

I, for real, was sorta glad that Elton john went with his feelings and mind you, he was one of the most celebrated person for time immemorial.Although, few countries a.k.a conservative rulers in power, feel grieved and aggravated and that they annuled the 'marriage' between them. But, seriously, you think they cared much?

I think at the end of it. It is about one life and as long as one's actions don't threaten the country of it's land or life forms, I think one should go forward doing what they think is right don't matter how it is reviewed by the governing body. After all the law and the rules are going to be malleable entity. After all it is a human feeling more than the law in true sense.

In that side note, I would like to reiterate the crux of this open thought is not that I have a feeling for a person of same sex but it is about doing what we think is right than be "gay". Again, it is upto a person to be "gay" and yet be silent thinking what others think or be "gay" to accept the other person and live a life happily ever after. After all we define the nomenclature "feeling happy(gay)".

When you like someone, why do you feel different?

Quite strange that feeling is'nt it. It could be right from one of those 'biological reflex' looks ,which we save for an opposite sex or same sex(which I am not going to go in detail coz I don't know what that feeling is), to liking a person deeply. Our body suddenly starts to think and do things so different. Adernaline pumps in and makes your mind think 1001 different things. To make matters worse, if you end up talking to that person, you suddenly feel lighter and feel like flying high above the air. No one is a stranger to that feeling till date.

I have wondered what makes and gives life that rounded and defined feeling when you meet such people. That momentary feeling of accomplishing something high.That feeling of being complete.... that feeling.

Some one sang:

" Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you "

To be or not to be..

Happy new year. That time of the year when you think everything you want, everything that you hope come true. Hmm... Not a bad idea, to say, expect something. But is it really a good idea to expect something and especially when you so close that you can almost feel it and yet not get it? Who to blame - ourself or someone else.

That is exactly how I feel today. Was give false hopes (and if that was not enough) mix it with tall expectation and when you don't get it who do we blame? Is it us - for being gullible or others for being rude to use us for some momentary sadistic pleasure. I am not going to go into specific details so that this blog becomes a good entertainer and a good read with hot coffee and pop's go abide it. It is just my random thought as a result of few small, not small on hindsight, things that happened around me. The corporation laid a boogie trap and I went straight for it thinking it was bluff. Hitherto! this was no cry wolf kind of a plot. It was pretty straight forward and I am to blame myself for being the victim of desire. The ambition of going up the corporate ladder turned sour today when the performance review discussion news came out. And I was like a lost child in a fair, who looks around not once , not twice , not thrice but umpteen number of times in a faint hope that someone known to him would recognize him. That was my feeling deep down as I ran through the "Click Next " for hope links back to back. And the conglomeration of all this feeling did not go well in my system. I looked around to see my manager worried that none made it from his group but who do I blame for not doing their job. Everyone around said I was a pillar of strength and amazing guy doing great business but when it mattered it seemed like the world was silently disproving and desuading the person who matters to pass a decision in my favor. To be nonchalant or wreck things around by strewing the emotions is a question hour that I am going through with myself. People who have worked in an environment where you work with 36K people know how I feel. The feeling of let down in the ocean may not be a big thing because what am I - after all another person in a mightly big ocean and no one up there is going to stop and make me feel good because it is all about you knowing what to do and how to handle yourself in adversity. "To be or not to be" worried is more or less is the feeling that I am in. I don't how I am to react to a situation but this is one valuable lesson that life gives as a take away. And I am glad I learn something out of it. At the end of the day I sure have learnt one thing it is about what you want. All these petty theatrics should not really bog you down so much that we start looking for someone to shoulder us for any problem.

At the end, boon or bane is the nomenclature that is best defined by none other than us. With that confused feeling I sign off.

Beach ...

It is always a magical feeling to see the endless, boundryless sea marry the sky in a full moon lit night with a very few rather sparce black clouds covering the moon on and off. Awesome is a small word for that. It was an awesome feeling and the drive through the beach. What troubled me most is the ignorant road usage by the pedestrians. They seem to be the biggest pest and problem mongers and contribute heavily in road accidents. If they form one ring of being the pain the other one definitely is the mobike users. These are the major players of road rule breakers. Now, that does not mean the others are the innocent ones. I was appalled by the way the people in posh cars also wanted to nose forward without proper thinking and imagination as to what would happen if they jump to the other lane withouth any thinking. Unbelievably scary but I guess that is how things have been here in this part of the world. People have lived through these problems. Found ways to live around it. I think that is one biggest highlight of India. But without straying from the central point, the beaches are awesome :-)

Pub culture in Madras...

It was a Friday night, the weekend feeling and liberation that the week has gone by without too much of a blood bath. So we decided to check out few pubs and it was sorta disturbing to know that there is a consistant disparity in the stags, who are supposedly the bachelors, against people who come with a gurl. No offense to any parties this is just my thought coz I had been there with my friend. The city's quite famous parlors somehow have rules which says no to stags but yes to couples alone!! I would like to know why this decision? Who are we trying to 'save' from 'whom' and for why? If the pub is so possessive about the 'so-called' image villification as a result of an untoward incident, why not hire a few bouncers? Why not make the situation better by having few security people instead of the so called waiters, who do no good job either? I was flabergasted when they said no to stags only go back to the basics of questioning the system. Now, Zara which may not be the best indoors and sane DJ, but they did not question the existence of a 'gurl' when men came to the pub. I liked that much better but that does not do wonders to this parlor. Reason, the DJ, he was so unimaginative and totally against using the top floor in his body. He played Arabian folk song on a Friday night in a Pub ! Somebody throw me a bone. I just cannot think over the line just to know what he was thinking. I think there has to be a break point somewhere and there should be good bunch of DJ's spinning awesome tracks. It would happen sometime later as civilization moves forward here. Another conspicous thing was that the pub again had a 'family zone' in the seating arrangement. Why is it that they would ever want a 'family zone' split in a Pub? Well smoking and no smoking zone was acceptable. But this goes beyond my imagination so as to speak. Sometimes somethings are defined differently I think. Atleast I am glad they did not make a bifurcation in the seating as "Men" and "Women" only!

End of October..

Leaves me another exact 24 days of vacation. Back to the place where they accept me as theirs, where they are longing to see me back but I am quite inclined to being here. The mess is too much for me to handle off late but that is how this has been for a long time and interestingly, these days I end up comparing how this place is and always people have their ways of doing things and yet remaining happy amidst so much of adversity. I think for me it is the most appropriate time to move on with life. But when I see people around they scare me by saying coming back to Madras would not be the smartest of moves. These things have caught me pants down. I have been forced to think and puff that much steam when I want to make a move back home.

On that much of a thoughtful note, I end this note.

Hunger....

Ever wondered what this would mean to us. We know that there are so many people in this world that go to bed with an empty stomach. And we don't realize this until we experience this first hand. As LP sang in one of his songs "It does'nt matter.." Today for the first time I woke up hungry and that sure was not a great feeling what so ever. I wonder what would be going through the minds of those who perenially wake up hungry and sleep hungry. My heart goes out to them. But it is not what I, alone, as a person who can work on fixing this problem. Sometimes these are some of the gimmicks that would earn the people some cool money. Hitherto, this country is so humongous that it just cannot stop to think for one particular group and work them a solution for alternate survival mode. Sometimes these are brought upon by themself. The most vulnerable ones in this game are the children. Sometimes, knowingly or unknowingly they accept to play the part for getting easy money. I don't know whom to blame and what to blame for this. Just that it was not a good feeling to be hungry.

The site Hunger Site is about the hunger. If anything that,someone who reads this blog can do would be to contribute to abolish this.

The site Care org also talks about what poverty/being hungry means to them.

On the hungry note, I sign off.

I flicked this posting from my sista's blog. Is'nt it awesome. The picture speaks for itself and is totally unedited whatsoever. I just like it everytime I see it.