Traditional Year End Blog ..Adios 2011.

This new year is ending on a positive note unlike last few years.

May be because I have calmed down the pace of dreams or may be because of that AOL course which helped me to be contented with what I have and accept people as they are.

Quickfire of memorabilia,

1. January: I don't remember what I did on 31st night. I guess I was at home.

                    (Thanks to Bals he knew what I did on 31st,

                    I was at LOR emptying a full Glenlivet. It was wonderful night.)

                    Got John Deere offer, waiting to get relieved.

                    In confusion of European or American MNC, I chose American.
                    Last party at LOR with Bals & Jay !
                    RIP: Pt. Bhimsen Joshi. A gem of voice.

2. February: With tears in eyes left Bangalore. Joined @ John Deere Pune.

                      4 years of Out of Maharashtra stay ended.

                      Got a flat near Naren's apartment.
                      Get-together with Pune friends.
                      Trip to Mahabaleswhwar was fun.
                      Bryan Adam's Live Concert !

3. March: My sister, Soni came to stay with me. For the first time we were

                 in same city. Those were nice days.

4. April: India won the cricket world cup. Wandered on the roads till midnight

              creating chaos.

              My Birthday. Soni did wonderful surprise decoration. It's still there on

              the wall. :)

               Mom and dad came to Pune, we did a lot and lots of shopping for

              Soni's wedding.

              Got to know why all men hate a place called "Tulsibaug" in Pune.

              Celebrated Baba's Birthday at Pune.

5. May: Soni went back home.  Lots of work.. no play.

6. June: Jiju Sachin came back from US. Soni's Engagement

              and wedding followed on 12th June. One of the best moments of life.

              Same month Jiju and Soni went to US.

                 

              Naren got married on 11th June.

7. July: Trek to Bhimashankar, one of the most adventurous.

8. August: Trek to Lohgad, Jejuri and other places around Pune.
                  Celebrated Independence day in a school.
                  Team outing to Adventure+ near Pune.

                  The storm named Anna Hazare shook the Government.

                   It was good to see, the good for nothing software engineers
                   were rallying in support of Anna.
                    

9. September: Getting the flavor of real Agile processes at office. Zombie life.
                       
                        Ganpati festival @ home, the visit got abruptly disturbed because
                        of a theft incident at Pune flat. Had to come back the very next day.
                        Surprisingly nothing got stolen. Robbers were not so tech savvy.

                        Jayant got blessed with a baby girl.

10. October: Kerala-Wayanad tour. Most wonderful tour of the year.
                      Had nice time with all friends from Bangalore.
                      Diwali @ Home...after a loooong time.
                      RIP: Steve Jobs, Dennis Ritchie, Jagjit Singh, Shammi Kapoor.

11. November: The much needed AOL course. Sri Sri himself conducted the three day

                          course at Bangalore. Understood the meaning of word "Seva".

                          The Panchkarma Kerala massage...wow.

                          Rahul got married.

12. December: Rajubhai got married. Havent yet called him after his marriage.
                         Pitbull Live in Concert! Rocking Time !

                         Suresh joined Infy and got shifted to Pune.
                         Christmas Eve party @ HRC.. Surrya joined the system gang.

                         I started wearing specs.                         

                         Nice month... cool and composed. but again Zombieeeee life.
                         And finally a Glimmer of Hope...

P.S. Kasab is still alive, and Lokapal is still debated.

ciao.

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012 in advance !

Ambulance !

That piercing loud sound of Ambulance siren. Instantly evokes cold shivers through my Spine.
One life is on the wire. In city's hectic traffic, that one life is struggling to pass though the obstacles.
Years of journey on a deciding note of that one transit.

In a flash everything comes to a standstill, the vertical plane of number of years of life spans horizontally over that route, the Ambulance takes.

Had I been a writer I would have wrote a book on what goes inside & outside of Ambulance in those close moments of life's encounters.
How many are lucky enough to reach there in time...and how many...


GB...

ciao.

The Blend

I don't know what's the matter. ..but sometimes I have seen friends asking, what's the deal about Katol, why all Katolians are so different.. I tell you today why it is so...

It's a blend.. like a scotch made up of fine grains.. Katol is a smalltown, but it has it's own heritage... Educational institutions played thee most important role in blending this scotch... Nowadays many new convent school are opening up and the scotch is loosing it's fervor...

I am proud to be a student of BRHS. Banarasidas Ruiya...from high school till junior college. 8 years.

And this is true for all those mate in this journey...

We got very good teachers, but the most important is TIME & TALKS... the time we spent sitting beside the canal.. in the libraries..on school playground..near the lake...in the labs..at the stadium....& riding on bicycles.

It's the TIME & the TALKS that blended the scotch with that fervor... each one of us...discussed about all the hell ..most of us were fortunate to walk that path, yes there are one or two friends who couldn't achieve at this stage ...but I'm damn sure ..they are getting matured and will surpass the rest in a flash. We are never doubtful about each other so there is always respect for each other at any given time. low or high.. we gonna fly.

Each one of us had a dream, each of us had imagined future for ourselves and for our country, sound cliched but that's true.. when you are in company of good and fearless people you discuss all that comes your way. We embarrassed freedom much earlier than the rest of the world. When everyone around us is running in the rat-race for marks we were striving already for knowledge through healthy competition among us. We never compared anything in our group but everyone wanted to hit the spot. We took pride in getting less marks by solving the complex problem first.. We focused on learning the whole, not satisfied with the narrow view. We always believed in taking the control of tough situations. That's the whole thing about this blend...   we can be seen standing strong at the tipping point, because we believe that's our start point, we are trained in that way.  That's why sometimes we are accused of approaching things in a different way. We love those accusations. 

I'm more fortunate than others coz I got into another institution... UCOE. To get there the strength came from the TIME & TALKS... Will you learn Engineering in a Primary School? I did.

and so are my friends at UCOE... What hopes will you carry when you get into primary school classrooms to learn your Engineering lessons..many would feel there future is doomed, but not us. We had SkyHigh hopes, because we took the charge in our own hands. We never said a word about what we are not getting, instead we said we have this much to offer... We learned it that way, so we remember the lessons forever, and still cherish those days! 

Now we may have settled down, but the urges we have will come back to us in near future, they will not let us sleep easily. Because we had talked about our future and about the country. ..country part is still undone.

The TALKS are registered there in the subconscious with a specific TIME. They will make us act at that time.

That's all about this blend, may not be perfect, may not be smooth, but it has it's own strength, feel and fervor.

-ciao

Love Love Love

It's difficult to keep up with blogging when you have so many social blabbering websites ;) The words slip here and there and don't just build up enough pressure to come out like a blog article.

Even then there are moments which are so compelling that makes you revisit your own world... bare & raw.

It happened last weekend.

I was at Bangalore attending a social gathering of around 6 thousand people as part of Art of Living three day course.

After the first day, I got the feeling like I was sent to rehab for three days after committing some social crime.  I shared the feeling with my friend Toshi, who came along, after being forced to join repetitively. he was also sailing in the same feelings. We were like bunch of happy bachelors just experimenting with this new way of life. Nothing much serious about it. We thought it's just three days let's endure.

Day 2  of the course and Guruji arrived. People opened up before him.
During the course of event many participants shared there life experiences. Without any offense and with anonymity I am writing this.

There was a lady she stood up and told, "I was about to finish my life just before coming to this place. I have decided to commit suicide, but now I want to live. I am happy now, I have accepted those who wronged with me. I made peace with life."

After few moments another lady spoke. "I came here with my sister who lost her only son a week before. She was not at all able to forget him and was not talking to anyone so we took her here. " after this she handed over the mic to her sister to open up.... what we heard after that was soul wrenching... she started to speak.. " I lost my son a week back.. he was  a brave good boy.. he got murdered by rowdy people when he intercepted and saved a girl from them. he was my cute child ..but now he is no more.. I am not able to come out of this grief..but after coming here and after doing the processes I am accepting this fact. I haven't talked to anyone about this...but now i'm feeling some strength within me."

Another lady stood up who raised her two kids after her husbands early demise. She was much strong from within and was beaming with strength.

A girl from the crowd was crying and she told that she was given away to someone else after her birth. She was not able to forgive her mother for this and was always carrying that anger within her... but she dropped that anger after coming to this place and listening to Guruji's words.

These are not cooked up stories but the real people and there problems.

Me and my friend were silent after listening to all this. We had a different assumption before coming here.. that the world is happy go lucky and just come around here to spend some nice time. But hell no, we were dumb wrong. People came with their real problems in hope to find a solution, and many of them got the solution.
The solution was simple. for all the problems the solution was.... Letting go and Love. and that's what is the mission of this organization... to create a stress free, violence free society. One world filled with Love.


At the end of Day 2, we were left thinking how lucky we are so far...


-ciao
P.S. : title:  my answers to three questions asked on day 1.

Kshan

Kshan ek pure premacha, pudhe varshav pado marnancha.

Bullshit

He was sitting on a rock thinking to himself.

It's the feeling that he moved ahead in space leaving the time behind.

Time tied tightly somewhere in past. Can't escape to catch up with him.

How many times he turned back, staring into the hopeless eyes of time,

He needed that time with him, but the time could not escape.

Slowly he forgot about the time, and kept on moving in space,

Without time, it was a quite journey no beats no ticks,

Now the vision is so much blurred in the darkness of space,

when he turned around , he doesn't see anything, not the time,

neither the moments around which it has tied itself.

he lost all that time, he never bothered to count those ticks.

Missing Hildesheim

Hildesheim ... 

Hildesheim, Nothing great about this quite small town in Germany,

Except the fact that, whosoever has stayed here knows true meaning of the word "Friendship".

23, Karthauser Strasse, Hildesheim.

Nice Video "Dancing Hildesheim" :)
Almost all places in Hildesheim are shown in this video, would have loved to see Mittelallee, 1000 year old Rose bush, Itzum and several other nooks and corners of this town...  

It was a Jolly Good Weekend - Bangalore-Wayanad-Bangalore

More to be written here ...


ciao.

When it's time, you know !

As if I know everything about Life...

Life is always a "age range bracketed" race, at certain age we compete and run along others to get something, when we were 10, we wanted the same toys/games like our friends got, at 15 we were into marks and percentage race, who gets admission where, at nearly 22- career race, who gets employed where & how much..here race slows a bit down (some people stop & think) or some moves even faster, then settlement, house/flat, who got how big flat, where and how much..then obviously comes marriage. Within few years you are expected to have children, after this stage, seats changed, we are almost halfway done, the doer so far now becomes seeker & again same drama repeats.

Those who stay away from this..are often suspected or ridiculed.:D

just a passing thought. no personal offense, i'm also part of it :)

  tera shehar jo peechhe chhut raha
kuch andar andar tut raha
hairaan hai mere do naina
yeh jharna kahaan se phut raha

...jab jab chaha tune rajj ke rulaya
jab jab chaha tune khul ke hasaya
jab jab chaha tune khud mein milaya
ik tu hi tu hi tu hi tu hi......."

Is there any difference...

Date: 1 September 2011
Time: 9:45 A.M.
Venue: Hadapsar
Setting: Ganesh Chaturthi. Ganesha festival starting from today, heavy traffic, slight rain, lots of people on road, lots of stalls.
What I was doing: Rushing to office on the bike for the 10 A.M. standup.


When we were kids we saw elders telling us not to be affectionate with the clay dolls,
Today I saw elders bare feet, holding the clay dolls close to there heart so that no raindrops touches it.

We were told not to talk rubbish while playing with clay dolls, rather they were amused and called it child's play. 
Now for 10 days even the elders will talk for hours with there clay dolls, they may not talk openly but from within they are telling everything to these dolls.

We were crying when those dolls broke, elders were consoling us to buy a new one.
Exactly after 10 days, on 10th Sep, these elder and younger eyes will be filled with tears as there clay dolls will be taken away. While doing so, they will console themselves & only say.
"Ganpati Bappa Morya, Pudhchya Varshi lavkar ya "

Time: 9:50 A.M.

Venue: Hadapsar

Setting: Ganesh Chaturthi. Ganesha festival starting from today, heavy traffic, slight rain, lots of people on road, lots of stalls.

What I was doing: Calmed down, the shades were wet both outside & inside, was observing the elders and younger alike. The joy was evident on there face, drums beating around as they carried there idols to home, wanted to be part of them, the next 5 minute I was not different from that crowd, I was part of them.

Life is an expression of joy, innocence, heartfelt emotions... 

Patterns !

*You need a goddamn IQ of 180 or above to understand this post.*

Architect......... In the MATRIX, he was responsible for creating the Matrix.

Every matrix has rules.

Years before I got a mail, stages of Orkut profile.

One profile corresponds to one Life.

Watchful journey. Look around you. Leaving the tremors & ripples aside.

I See Patterns. I See Rules. I hear stereotyped conversations. What did you saw?

Blame it on my instincts.


Thought Experiment: 
Imagine sitting in a crowded hotel. choose a seat at the back so that you can see the entire hall.
now turn down the internal volume to zero. You should only be able to listen to the outside crowd noise. No other internal murmurs. Give yourself to outside noise. Be all ears and eyes. 


 Now, Observe people. You will also see the patterns. 


There is guy with his laptop sitting on one table. 
There is a couple on another table, obviously the girl is chatting and boy is saying huh,,,yes,,aha in intervals.
There is a small family with a kid. The kid is crying, the mother is trying to console, the poor chap is sitting hopelessly.
There is a bigger family with some old looking people with amused expressions on there faces. Seems like there children have got them to hotel. The kid is bigger in this family and he is taking care of himself
Then I see myself, from the other end of hotel while still being seated where I was when I first entered the hotel.. I see, a guy sitting there quietly, smiling at me.

Now
Another assignment. Can you imagine the activities of these people. They are transitioning from one phase to another without much of there knowledge(or may be with that) as if bound by some rules or patterns. The biological rules.

The Patterns are everywhere. I say it's indefinite Arrrr...Office time . To be continued...

Silence thundering Silence.

Trek to Bhimashankar - Life Changing Experience.

Got to know what it really means to go the EXTRA mile.

Coming out the IT bozo laziness, leaving away comfort zones,

Going to a place where ENDURANCE only matters.

For someone like me, who has divorced fitness in the name of IT, it was a life changing experience.

---To be Written.

Sunte rehte hai duniya bhar ki aawaje, lekin shor kitna khamosh najar aata hai phirbhi.

no words just feelings

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One lifetime is not enough... for some dreams!

ciao.

Bachelorhood Revealed !

Bang Bang Bang Bang  Bang Bang Bang  Bang Bang   Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang     Vakauuu !

Sometimes I feel I should Tweet instead of putting one liner blogs...

But then I think those one liners are the tough learned lessons. Deserves to be there.