The Water Bearer

Behold hey yeh, here I come to cross
yeh mighty river from the darkest grass
I am the bearer of the purest stream,
from the lands where no evil has been

Yeh must be naive to speaketh of thee
I am no darker than thy stream will be
I am known to be shrewed like none other
Bow to me and you shall reap my favor

Gush away from my path yeh must
As I sail through the forest and dust
on a purpose highest among the kites
tied to my roots and free from the pirates

The life my way as you seeketh treasure
moving with the flow is all bliss and pleasure
Ask not who yeh are and yeh shall see son
the purpose is a trap to make yeh burn

Behold hey yeh for I have seen this in my dream
the eternal sun, the blue ocean and the stream
Yeh shall not wither me from your worldly lies
for I am to drown in the depths of her eyes

Smoky Dreams

A smoker is as smoker does (Run Fellows Run ..if you are not in a
boozy mood then I suggest you back off from reading this)…

A conversation b/w two people…

psycho: Good morning, isn’t it a great day outside?
me: yeh…may be
psycho: may be?
me: I mean.., I don’t like mornings much…
psycho: hmm..very well..so..whats your story?
me: usual, got hooked the very first time…been trying to quit from then on..
psycho: typical…let me see..so how long have you been a smoker?
me: I think … around for 2 and half years now..
psycho: and an average of how many per day..?
me: 10..though I don’t keep a count you see..but I think you can make
it a pack per day..
psycho: hmmm..A typical smoker averages around 5-7..so whatever
the effect is, make it 5 years..
me: so..what do you think?
psycho: well, you say you did try quitting?
me: Many times..probably, I can say every other day..But you see whenever
I try, I get too confused, unable to think straight..always end up with nicotine..
I feel I have a purpose as long I keep smoking..
psycho: Ah..The purpose of oneself in life..well, I completely understand
what exactly you are going through..while you smoke, it soothes your agitated
mind and then you have clarity in your thoughts which gives you a direction..
The thing is…there are other ways to reach that state..and there is no need to
connect your smoking with your purpose in life..
me: well, I am not sure how else it could be done..
psycho: hmmm, would you mind if I ask you what’s your purpose..?
me: well, you see..its pretty serious..if I smoke then I can focus on quitting it..
I have a purpose and that is to quit..but as soon as I quit..I am totally clueless ..
psycho: hmm..so..that’s why you have quit many times…
me: exactly..
psycho: so..what exactly you wanted to meet me for?
me: not sure..heard that you help people quit smoking and you are an accomplished
quitter yourself..
psycho: hmm..you know what…you are generally not sure about anything, thats your
problem..what a waste if you ask me…
me: yeh well..are sure about it..? because I am not ……Can I have one?..and
I take a cigarrate out
psycho: Definitely…lit one for me too..
me: but I thought you quit!!!
psycho: Yes…well, you see…the beauty of quitting is…now that I have
quit….I can have one..
me: Yes..yes..and I lit one for him..but you have quit..
psycho: absolutely…
and we shut up for a while as we loose ourselves in the smoke…

psycho: you know what, smoking is like being in love…
me: you mean…it starts with pleasure and ends up in pain…
psycho: Not if you want it to..but that again is an affair..I am talking about love…
and he looks at me as if I am the freshest idiot in the world..
me: well, how do I know…I never had an affair and had never been
in love either..
psycho: Love…you see..usually it starts with attraction..except
for the ones where they say “love at first sight”…Smoking is similar..
you see people around you smoking…trendy, fashionable and you try
to imitate..this is love starting with attraction..
me: And you believe there is something called “love at first sight”..
psycho: well, mine was..you want to know..let me tell you…..and he takes
one long shot..sits back and I have a perfect pre – flashback scene
It was 5:30 in the morning and I was on my bike and heading to the
railway station..I was going to Mysore for the weekend..I went to the
station, parked my bike and paid the parking lot guy, 2 days worth parking
money..I was counting the change and as I kept my wallet in my pocket
and looked up..I saw her..the sky was still dark and she was coming out under
the street light, carrying her luggage…The yellowish-orange light glowing on
her face..She kept her luggage down..holding the band in her mouth, she
shook her head and both her hands were crawling up her hair..I had lived an
entire lifetime by this time…she turned around and our eyes saw each other..
both the pairs saw through..there was no shyness, no questions, but a clear
recognition..a recognition of a search getting completed..She took the band
out of her mouth and made a bun of her hair..all the while our eyes never looked
askance..The sun was now born from the womb in the East..I heard the birds
humming, flying over to the distant fields..The sound of train that I had abandoned
led to the beginning of a whole new world…The day was April 28 1999 and it is
still going on..that day…dies with me..
me: wait..so you are saying..I mean I never wanted to smoke because I saw others
doing it..It was on my hostel terrace..we were talking crap as usual for a long
time and a friend pulls out a pack and looks at us..Till that time I had never
thought about smoking…I took one, cut a bit and lit it..It came naturally…Usually
people need to be taught..I took a long shot and before I could exhale, I knew
I had found…
psycho: Couldn’t you wait till I had finished…huh..yes, you are right..
but irrespective of the way the love starts..what really is important is
the way it flourishes…But considering how deeply you are interested in
love..let me not go into details..may be some other time..
me: I am glad…but the way I see it..you are not actually asking me to
quit..
psycho: well, I have quit
me: I mean to quit in the real sense…
psycho: I thought you would have got that by this time..When people say
quit smoking..kick the butt..I think they are simply chasing the wrong
dream…once a smoker..always a smoker..but when I say quit..I mean quit
the habit..make peace with it..Instead of a pack..reduce it to one per
day…then probably, once in a while to once in a year..But make sure
you give the relationship due respect..else it will come haunting you
10 times manifold..

It was around 2 AM..I turned around and picked a kingweiser(a king and a
budweiser..in case you thought i misspelled kingfisher )..I had
couple of turns with the bud, went out of my room, to the terrace..I was
not sure whether it was a dream or I dozed of boozing..the breeze from
the lake (yes there is lake 100ft from where I stay)geared by the
surrounding trees, knocked me out..The sight of the lake reflecting the
street lights was turning out really mysterious by the time I had half
emptied the bud..I had a sudden urge to write something, I picked a pen
and a book..The bud was burning my insides while the wind got wilder…I
came inside my room..took one big shot of sutta, closed my eyes, smoked
in for a long time…nicotine went all the way down..I started writing
the above..and for a while I quit smoking forever…

The Stink of Nobody

I wake up early with the sun rising,
raising my hopes for the new day beginning
and I have worked in multiple tech parks,
had always been early in the hope of little extra perks..
well, today I am standing in a new one
as people pass by me as if there is no one
I try to engage them in a talk
they flee away as if am something disgusting on their sock
A few would mind looking at what I had to offer
But none ever smiles lest they in-turn had to proffer
So I stand here still beaming as the afternoon sun glares
at peace with my sweaty self wondering about all those constipated stares
the lone tree next to me thanks for being its friend
and utters “Behold my mate, this is just the beginning of the end“
There is something magnificent about the Mahogany
against the background of the misty evening agony..
longing for its lost leaves and daring for its redemption..
as if it is ready to take one drop a time, of an ocean…
So long, I am weakened and it is a clueless night
I know I am dying but there is another day and another fight

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Me and Reddy had left office early today to watch Fed’s match against Safin,
but unfortunately the net was totally down at his home, so we ended talking
crap and checking scores in b/w(the match got over really fast)..after an hour or so,
I was coming back and was thinking whether to go home or to office and so I
did the only thing I do when confused….”go to the sutta shop” near Bagmane
tech park, where my account runs endlessly..
that’s where I saw this guy who was selling pamphlets of god knows what deals..
probably air-tel, hutch, home-loans, credit cards..etc..etc..Along with
telemarketing, this is an such an ineffective advertising strategy that I
feel like strangling whoever that big, fatty, smug faced marketing idiot is, who
conceived this and put so many young lives into mere existence…the lives which
otherwise, I am sure would have thought of some other better jobs for themselves…
The first Paragraph above(which I dare say that I can call it as a poem!! ) was an
attempt(from my screwed up mind) to write from a perspective of countless such
lives who are nobody in this big cruel world..I don’t think I have done slightest
of justice to their struggles because, I know that neither I have the mindset nor
the guts to do more than this plain acknowledgement(and lately my own life for
that matter!!)…So there goes a day in the life of such a life!!

Well, have a nice weekend and a rocking R-day on 26th…considering the
present economic climate, this year we can simply call it a Recession-Day..

A Lazy Weekend

“To Miss Hermoine Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle The Bard,
in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive”…reads the will
of Albus Dumbledore(excerpts from the 7th book)…
well, I got the book finally in a long line of queue(thanks to Sandya who
paid the astronomical price for it in these times of recession)..
I felt it was somewhat instructive(about and to the magical community of-course)
like what can and what cannot be done with magic and how it has its own
limitations!!…Also, some gaps were filled up…like what had led to the irk
b/w Lucious Malfoy and Dumbledore and why Malfoy thought Dumbledore was the worst
thing that happened to Hogwarts..etc but entertaining?…well, yes if you read
this before you even started with the Philosopher’s stone…Actually, she does
mention that it is not a long book(7th book) but I had never expected that I
would finish it before I even knew I had started…
Anyway, all I would request The legendary J K Rowling is provide something
more for the Harry potter fans who have stayed with it from the beginning till
the end…A yearn for one more stroke of genius..If you ask me, how about the
first wizarding war that happened and so less is known about it..A prequel
that ends where the philosopher’s stone begins..

The Spirit of Mumbai
Well, It was mostly a laid back week for me ending with an even more sloppy weekend..
The cricket b/w Australia and South Africa were the bright spots..Finally we have
someone to bring Australians down to Earth..
And, I watched Slumdog Millionare..hmmm, a good movie but i guess it is a little
overrated with all the golden globes..I guess Amitabh is partly right here though
he expresses an extreme reaction..I think the movie represents only a part of Mumbai(the
tragedy of extreme poverty and the spirit of the slums right next to a sea of
skyscrapers..), something that I am convinced more and more as I flip through the
pages of Maximum city..I have just finished about less than quarter of the book
and am already lost..There are stories inside stories which gets complicated by the
day(or rather by the page), horrors that can make a man mentally shut for the rest
of his life..Still, I doubt whether a single book or a movie can capture the spirit of
Mumbai, which is precisely the reason I feel slumdog has been hyped..There are
movies like Satya, Company, Mumbai meri Jaan and A Wednesday(a few I could
immediately think of) that are predominantly plotted around the life in Mumbai and
countless other movies shot against the background of Mumbai experience..Some of
them are brilliantly done and deserve the same recognition as that of slumdog…

Well, watch Slumdog for the below reasons
1) an Interesting plot, which I am surprized people in Bollywood overlooked and it
took an outsider to expose it..
2) Awesome acting by all the child actors(they were better than their older versions)
3) Rahman’s Background score(Though, definately not one of his bests)
If you still yearn to know more about Mumbai, then pick up Shantaram/Maximum City..

With all the movies and books giving me the second hand account down the ages,
I had a subconscious desire to go visit the place myself..This was precisely
the reason I had in mind when I somehow managed to talk my friends into ending
our year-end trip in Mumbai(Though I am modest enough to acknowledge the timely
help by Adiga “on where to stay” did the trick and shut the final few opposing mouths)..
The 3 days spent was hardly anything to get the feel of the city and to say that
I was totally bowled over by the place would be a childish infatuation..But, It
complemented well to our previous 4 days of trip where in we were trekking around
khandala being with the nature and not seeing much of the crowd..
Whether it is Haji Ali(where there were more people with tilak on their forehead
than any other sect) or the picturesque Gateway, Taj and Nariman point in one shot
as you go to the elephanta caves, One could sense the city’s vibrant energy in the
humid air..
Whether it is a big dusty mirror attached to a dark SBI building compound and a
high chair in-front of the mirror to form a low cost barber shop or a khufi falooda,
bhelpuri at the Juhu/chowpaty, they have one thing in their mind…dhanda..
Whether it is the local trains where in people flock around as if they can’t miss
out anything or the high class society buzzing through countless merc, both have
one thing in common in their mind..Time
Given a choice, I would definitely choose to stay in Mumbai(and look forward to
the countless options for the weekend hangouts ) atleast for a couple of years and
was really disappointed to know there is no TI Bombay..
Finally, I think a city’s greatness lies in its ability to inspire creativity
among the lives nourished by its soil and in this regard, no other city comes not even
closer to Mumbai, followed probably by Newyork or wait Istanbul/Orhan Pamuk?..
As I sign off, here’s the outcome of my slothful youtube weekend..
Australian open starting tomorrow, we have a 4th candidate for the throne this
year..the superbly in form Andy Murray(especially on the hard court)..But as
usual, I blindly hope to see Fed regaining the glory…Good news number 1, Murray
and Nadal might fall in the same group…

But wait, If you have followed till now, I need to mention one more
thing (triggered by a song video of Dev D I just saw on Youtube)
I think 2008 had been a flop year for Bollywood movies except for one or two
like Rock On..But lately, I have been watching a few Abhay deol’s Movies and
Man,they are really good..Most of them are offbeat movies and I am glad he
finally broke off the family tradition of manufacturing mindless action films..
Suggested watching(If you have not already seen it)

1)Manorama 6ft under
2)Ek chalis ki Last Local
3)Oye Lucky Lucky (though part of the story is akin to “Catch me if you can” and
some scenes might remind you of “Gone in 60 seconds”, it’s definitely worth a watch)
And I can’t wait for his next one

2008

It has been a long time since I wrote the last post…Meanwhile, there has
been a lot of things that has happened in my life, basically it got a bit more
screwed up…I feel numb even now as I think about it..some unwise(as it did not
turn out the way I wanted it to;-))decisions that cost me a lot and the full
effects of which I still have not fathomed..huuuhh….hopefully someday I will know
why I did whatever I did and it was not just a random experiment…and that day
I will write it all up and connect the dots..
All in all, it was a deadly 2008 for me and I hope things change over the next year..
one good thing that happened was the birth of my blog..and yes thanks to Chandan,
Shriram and Niveditha who checked in on my blog time to time….
well, I am back to write my last post for this year..So here’s is a gist of the
other good things that I did this year…..You might be surprised just as I
was..that it involves mostly travelling…

The Journey

The Brunch

Now that's a tired man...

Bliss

The sticks had done there job!!

Jeevanada Mussange!!

On our way to an island in Karwar

While on the way, when we looked sideways

Well..All yours

Let there be Light!!

Well...yes, Deep inside the well!!

A Church In Goa

Kandolim Beach

Jagga, Pk and Me...Kandolim again

Drowwning in that well now..

The Crazy Night...

Awe...

There are a lot more to upload(All thanks to Pk, Ajith, Suman and Jagga)
but I guess that’s enough…Allllriightttt…, Wishing all the folks who are
reading this a very Happy, Rocking and a Meaningful!! year-2009(ignore it
if for some reason you have stumbled on this in 2010 or later;))..Well, that’s
it I guess…I am off to Pune in another 2 hrs..A long trek across Lonavala,
Raighad, Khandala and Matheran is waiting over there…And if things go as
planned then I will be in Juhu beach for 31st…
So folks, pray for me and 6 other friends!!…

Rinpoche

Folks, was out on leave for sometime..actually, been on kind of hibernation,
and I think I will continue to be for a while ..so it’s gonna be sometime
before I conjure up things to write…Just tuck in the below for the time being

I found this awesome poem in a book called “The Tibetan Book of Living
and Dying”(Worth a read..It’s like walking through a coral reef and finding bits
of blue stones serendipitously!!)..
Sogyal Rinpoche (author of the book) attributes this poem to Portia Nelson..
here it goes..

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place
but, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.
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How is it that, at some point in our life, something which we previously believed
to be true or something without which we thought we can not imagine our
lives, turns out to be another insignificant event in the political
game of the Cosmic Alchemist…
We move on getting out of one delusion to another still rattling our
brains in pursuit of new dreams and aspirations leaving the ones which we have
already realized….incomplete
Meanwhile as the number of Godel statements (The Incompleteness theorem is
probably the most complete theorem ) become infinite, would we ever get
out of the system and think outside of the assumptions, theories embedded
in our neurotic matrix…

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And here`s Eminem`s Lose Yourself….Awesome lyrics, Great Music..
One of the few songs that I keep coming back to once in a while, just to
be a little less insane…

p.s;- Got my first Patent approved!! on a work done almost an year ago..Anyway, Long live the USPTO …

Monday Mo(u)rnings

I was on my way to office…riding flawlessly, without
effort(experience counts a lot here ) and was not even
remotely aware of the cab in-front(in Bangalore`s fast
moving ordered traffic ) till it suddenly applied brakes
and as if the brake system of my bike is connected to its,
my bike braked too..and the sudden jerk made me to come
back to reality….before I could mutter some words and
yell at the guy, I saw the words written on the cab`s back..
“Please keep distance…don`t kiss me”…I smiled a bit,
“maan, even the ubiquitous non-living cabs have started
putting me off”…Great start….
I parked my bike in the office campus..stretched and walked
to the rest room to get my hair set(I don`t know how they
do it..but its really a pain to grow and maintain long hair..
but I go by the philosophy “no pain-no gain”..and in this
case, am still in pursuit of the other )
Once done, I went to the lift to get to the 5th floor (that’s
where my cubicle is and from where I am writing this now…)
The worst part of going by lift is the intermittent stops
every other floor….as I was getting my ass up to 5th floor
non-stop, the lift stopped at 2nd floor and this nutter of a
guy comes from nowhere and holds the closing door, grins
at me and presses the button 3(to get to the next floor he
needs a lift?!..can`t he just take the stairs and moreover its
good for his health….Ya I know I could have done the same
thing, but who says one has to follow whatever one says)…
Anyway, as I sat in my cube, I could hear my cpu groaning..
It had been working the whole night….I thought I just need
to kill the application whatever it is that is causing the
indigestion….turned the monitor on and realized that my
comp is hung..I tried every bit possible to restore only
to restart the comp finally(That reminded me of Dumbledore`s
phoenix, every time it is old and acting weird, it catches
fire, dies only to reborn, rising from the ashes ..restart is
such a useful switch to solve all the problems …)
Anyway, Time for a coffee break…
When I came back, I could feel the reborn cpu silently thanking me..
I logged in and the next hour was spent on checking mails(official
and gmail)..When I finally got to know there are no threatening
official mails and interesting un-official ones, I decided to think
about my work and how much I am gonna actually do today..the former
was too much(which I did not have control on) and the latter was as
usual less(which I had control on), I decided to go slow…after
all, its Monday morning and I resolved by convincing myself that
I do things differently (though I may not do many things)…I
gave couple of runs…circuit simulation runs..Basically it means
my comp along with other machines started working as I fired jobs
to them…and I was suddenly free….time for a cigarette break..

“Time Pass”, the aptly named shop attached to the tech park mall
was already abuzz with the jobless butt seekers..I waved to this
sutta-friend of mine(he is from another company, Motorola), took
his cigarette, had a quick one..and twisted my face…he acknowledged,
laughed and said “that’s gudang garam, pretty good na..even I am
trying it for the first time”..It was ok..but had this powerful incense
sticks’ smell which made me think of god, temples… and I did
not like that..Anyway, I got the quintessential ITC Goldfalke(king)
and sat next to him talking..There were some 20 people and conversations
around us varied from cricket, technical to movies, whether, traffic….

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In case you are wondering why did I leave so much space before continuing..
that’s because nobody talked during that time..*, A babe just came out of
the mall, walked to Time Pass while her 2 friends(or probably colleagues)
went to the Barista, situated in-front of the mall and next to the road..
Every pair of eyes was looking at them….analyzing..Actually, the other
2 babes really saved the first one(by distributing the staring-heat generated
uniformly lest she gets vaporized)..She bought a pack of milds, went to the
barista and sat next to her friends..and conversations gradually resumed….
Usually most men smoke gold flake, they buy one at a time and come back later
for another(except the chain smoking ones)..But women usually buy a full pack of
milds and they smoke in groups finishing the pack off to come back later for another
pack…I wonder whether an average woman smoker smokes more than the average
man, it would be a good study(for our media friendly Health Minister) to
make if not already done…but again smoking is private thing and people
have as many reasons to it as every bit of ash in the tray and I am not
sure gender is an important parameter there…Anyway, I am back to office
and its lunch time and after that hopefully some serious work..But mostly,
serious work starts post 5:30 till past midnight with baddy (or gym),
dinner breaks in b/w…

And where did the WEEKEND go?…
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*if you are subtle enough you would know even my thought process was
interrupted for a while, by the external high priority signal ..

p.s; Einstein would have been amused at my ability to transform temporal
dimension to spatial..again, If you know what I am taking about..

Never look into their eyes

“good luck son, I know you are gonnna make us proud”- said
Mash to his son Black..It was Black`s big day (or rather big
night)..all his years of learning, dedication and skills will
be put to test and depending on his performance, he might or
might not be asked to join and officially become part of the
group…He was nervous but determined..
“Shit man…I will freeze to death if I go by bike in this
weather”- Barrel muttered to himself…he was big, tall with
long hair and ideal for a bouncer job in a pub..He was about
to leave his office after a long day`s work…That was his
first mistake, leaving office so late(it was around 1 am )…
his second was not to take his bike..
Black went to get a final approval from Don Megartho, the leader
of the tribe who was in his usual demeaning demeanour with deep
set eyes, rotten over the years but sharpened….long years before
when the gang wars had ended and there remained only 2 gangs, it
was imminent that there was going to be one more massacre before
the dawn of peace..It was the mother of all fights when Megartho
came face to face with Sacretop, the leader of the rival gang…
Both smiled, knowing; this could be their last one because the
fight would not end till one of them died..and they fought
hard as if the night belonged to them, the threatening sounds
penetrated the tribal land rousing weak souls(Hedo sapiens..that’s
what Megartho called the self centered, pleasure seeking habitats)
from their sleep..with the early rays of sun marking the beginning,
Megartho had struck Sacretop with a final blow…
Barrel was one of the hedo sapiens..he strode along in the chilly
night which could not stop him sweating…he had been leading
quite a sedentary life, he thought…he was slogging day and
night for a deadline and would have done the same tonight if
he had not received the mail saying the project had been scrapped..
that’s it..no explanations, no reasons except that the management
thought the product would be obsolete by the time it entered market…
“They should have known this before, that’s what they are paid for..all
the stuff I worked on, all the time spent is obliterated by one
simple stroke..”he had yelled..He now was walking home..He had no
idea he is just being followed and watched lest what awaited him…..

“The bite of the triumph”- as Megartho called it, made him the undisputed
ruler and from then on he had been working ruthlessly to unite, invigorate
and strategize the tribe all around the planet….It had been a daunting
task but not enough to supress the revenge and the anger burning in him
against the assaulters of Laika(oh Laika), the hedo sapiens..Tonight, he
was in this new place and incidentaly it turned out to be the initiation
test of Black..Don Megartho stood up..he was little past his prime but
big, strong and been-there-done-that leader which made everyone stop
murmuring and pay attention…
The follower passed Barrel as he stopped for a hot tea and smoke, roadside
just off the tech park..He had not smoked for a long time but he needed it
today..to ease his mind and think about re-organising his life..He
smoked for a while, thinking.. “what about an excursion, trekking…
but for that I need to get back my fitness..”so he decided to hit the
gym first thing in the morning, that’s when he thought of the last time
he had woken up early, he had had a nightmare..he still remembered the
mad, disturbed faces mocking him..”It had not been jogging, it had been
a run for his life..shivering, he was shocked at the stupidity of his
idea of walking now at these hours..How can he forget that..” with these
thoughts he looked around and started pacing, thinking about the cosy
his home offered..it looked a distant mirage..

“Warriors and can`t-wait-to-be-one warriors, Long time ago when we had not
realized our potential, we were being harassed, ridiculed and made to slog
for the Hedosapiens..They took us for granted and treated us no better than
worms..But the gravest of all was when they took my Laika and sucked the
breath out of her in the full presence of all living beings..More than
humiliation, it had been the tallest tragedy both personally and to our race
in general..and from the deepest of the mourning came the shine of light
which made me realize that they thought we were their bitterest enemy and
hence they had to satisfy the Space God with our blood..The survival of our
race was threatened more than ever and I had to act and I did whatever I did
because I intended to..and I am happy that I have been successful in uniting
the race..But the time is then and the time is now..yes, the time has come to
retaliate and I shall let you know soon when that is….Lets fight for our
survival, freedom and lets fight for my Laika……” Dekoi, the follower cut the
jubilation as he shouted “he is coming..he is coming”..Black got ready as
everybody else hid…
Barrel turned left, crossed the street and headed to the road leading to his
home..His fears were manifested as he heard a distant bark and a dog came
out of nowhere to the middle of the road..it was about a 100 metres away from
Barrel..he was not sure whether it was barking at him, but he could not see
any other person or dog..the nearest street light was around 250 metres away..
He hesitated, thought for a moment and decided to continue walking..As he got
nearer, the barking became ferocious and the dog moved towards him oscillating
back and forward..He didn`t know what to do..He thought of running, but that
would unnecessarily draw attention if he is not the target..the fact that it
had not attacked him yet made him feel a little strong(he was quite big..mind
you) and brave..he decided to act offensive and looked at the dog…for a moment
he could not locate it in the darkness,
then he saw it..
and he was seen..
eye to eye..
it was a few metres in-front of him…ugly and the eyes were glittering
with lust for flesh…he went numb as he gulped the left-out saliva off his
dried-out tongue..The dog stopped barking, jumped and he closed his eyes…

He heard another bark, a sound enough to penetrate his numbness in the
chilly whether…”Am I dead?”, he thought…but he could hear his heart pounding..
He slightly opened his eyes and the dog was not at the place the last time he had
seen..he looked around and saw a bigger dog(bigger than he had ever seen) barking
at the first one..one by one, more dogs came out and they were distancing
themselves from him….he could not believe his luck..
“EEENOUGH…ENOUGH…you didn`t deserve him..you need more training, you were
really scared of him till you could see fear in his eyes…I don`t need such
pimps in my army!!!” shouted Megartho at him in particular, everyone in general
and hinted Mash to take his son out of his sight before he killed him…

Characters:
Mash:-A Fluffy aging dober man
Don Megartho;- Black Caucasian Ovcharka
Sacretop;- Bull dog
Laika ;- need I say more
Dekoi ;- A Reconnaissance foxish dog
Barrel ;- anyone who had the time of his life when caught among a bunch of maddeningly
mad street hounds, managed to escape and is reading this…

The Day The Future Began

Ya, that’s right, 50 years ago today(sept 12) was the day the
future began and that too with a BANG…

Siliconics

Thinkers, philosophers, artists and scientists from time to
time have predicted future from their own perspective and only
a few times they have been successful in their endeavours..
This, they do, by applying their limited;-) imaginative brain
to model the present scientific developments and extrapolate
its advancement to future…this has one basic flaw and that
is the assumption of a continuous curve b/w present and future.
Many a times the future has been so blatantly different
from what had been perceived that it definitely calls for a
missing link..
somewhere along the curve fitted b/w the present-future
(time on x-axis) and world view(or rather the not so expected
future on the y-axis), one can always see a threshold point
where in a significant and mind blowing breakthrough invention
or a discovery, results in a discontinuity and a paradigm shift(DC
shift for the tech junkies)in the curve. Suddenly the misty
fog is cleared and the world looks completely different from then
on…Theory of relativity was such a discontinuity and so was the
monolithic Integrated circuit….
Many of you know the term “chips” has some another meaning
apart from the most common junk food for an already obese
constipated population…
Some of you know about the Moore`s Law by the
Intel co-founder which has become a Mantra driving
an entire Industry all these years…
Only a few would know in the industry and rarely a nerd or
a geek outside, about the legendary Jack Kilby of Texas
Instruments…
The man whose sheer ingenuity led to the creation of
semiconductor industry in the first place, told…he would
have made the monolithic Integrated circuit prettier if
he had known that it would draw so much attention…
This was the most significant development by TI since they
had divulged the commercial viability of silicon transistor..
There are innumerous uses of the “circuit-on-a-chip or rather
now, system-on-a-chip or simply a microchip” everywhere in our
day to day life..Right from waking up with the chip in your
cell phone playing your favorite music to the next generation
sleek comps, medical instruments like pacemakers, disposable
hearing aids!!,fitness equipments and play stations, mp3 players,
servers are the first few things bursting out of my mind as I
am writing this…

If you want to know how did it all begin, check what if he had gone on vacation?

p.s:-If you don`t understand some of the technical terms, nothing to
worry;-)..its been a while since I have thought about starting
a tech category to share, learn and what a day better than the
50th Anniversary of Jack Kilby`s Invention…
So folks, watch out for this space for some tech fundas and
my experiences/blunders in the big, complex and crazy world of
Semiconductors!!…

55 ficiton

“Unknowing, almost everyone
was looking at thermy hungrily…
thermy was innocent but can do
nothing to save itself..while
butchy did not foresee the aftermath…
he pulled the sword-like knife,
pierced thermy without remorse…
several things happened
his hand was stuck..
some screamed, shocked…
few knew and grinned…
some yelled; happy birthday to you…”

thermy was a thermoplastic box with cream
on top and it was butchy`s birthday..

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less than or equal to 55 words.Suspense is the main
element here which is usually revealed in the last statement..
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