Monthly Archives: July 2008

Paradise Lost

An old man, serving tea in the morning as Mohd.Rafi songs…
played in the background, in his stall
A working woman looking after his ill husband..
waiting in a bus stop
A school teacher who moulds the future of innocent minds…
A traffic police unmindful of the polluted air as he goes about his rounds…
A security guard waking up at those early unearthly hours….
commuting almost 30 kms a day by cycle for work..
An entire family and the children who don`t know what hit them..

what had they done..what will they do now..
They were having just another day of struggle, of their little happiness
when their lives were shattered in the bomb blasts in Bangalore and Ahmadabad…
Reports say a small militant outfit was behind the scheme..
The reason whether religious, political or whatever it may be is never a
justification for killing, torturing, amputating or traumatizing people for life….

Somewhere in those lands was a man who dreamt of a future…
urged men and women to build a place to live together beyond borders, race, cultures…
where in love reached its highest culmination…

Narasinh Mehta, a Gujarati poet`s call for the oneness of the whole of humanity…

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Arthur Ashe

First African-American male to win the U.S. championship,
First to win at Wimbledon, First to play for the U.S. Davis
Cup team, and on and on.

Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of
AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during
a heart surgery in 1983.
From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of
which conveyed: “Why does GOD have to select you for such
a bad disease”?
To this Arthur Ashe replied:
“The world over — 50 million  children start playing
tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis,
500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the
circuit, 5000 reach the  grand slam,
50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the
finals,
when I was holding a cup I never asked GOD
‘Why me?’.
And today in pain I should not be asking GOD
‘Why me?’ ”

Happiness keeps you Sweet,
Trials keep you Strong,
Sorrow keeps you Human,
Failure keeps you humble and Success keeps
you glowing, but only Faith & Attitude Keeps you going…

official site…
http://www.cmgww.com/sports/ashe/about/quotes1.htm

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Who got Ragged ??

After a month of obsessive procrastination in my hometown, I
was really excited to get back to Bangalore for 3rd semester…
After all, we were seniors now and needed our bit of fun after
having coped with all those 5th sem guys in room c-3 during the
first year…
First of all, let me be clear on the definition of ragging in
my college, usually it starts with an introduction and if the
victim concerned has some real talent to show off, he/she will
be asked for the same.But, as the students were already under
pressure by the faculty (on internal marks) for all the
extra-curricular activities, I could say ragging was mostly
unknown in the campus.There was little bit of it outside the
college among Day-scholars which invariably led to the only
remaining centre-stage, the hostel….
It was around 9:15pm when we (myself,Sandeep) got the news
that IT-room 108 is again abuzz with juniors…All this while
room 108 had become the official or rather unofficial place
for the juniors to pay a holy visit on a sequential basis…
Anyway we were done with our movies quota for the day and had
nothing to do but look for a reason not to study for the internals,
scheduled 2 days later…so we ended up in the IT block room 108,
there were already 5 seniors and around 3 juniors, two of them were
being questioned and the third had just started to play some junkie
stuff on his guitar when Sriram came to the room, he was one of the
toppers in the first 2 sems and looked like one of the hobbits in lotr…
we used to call him Jai Sriram, chotu and other censorable
highly creative names depending on the situation…
“hambhi dekte yaar kya roha hai..hambi kuch ragging karte hai”-he
mumbled a he entered the room(looking at him, I was just concerned
it shouldn`t be the other way round)..
Anyway we (now there were 8 seniors and 3 juniors in that room)
started with one guy..Not wanting to name who said what(I really will
have squeeze each and every neuron to remember that)…below is
the description of what went on in that room
s1:kahah se be tu..
j1:madras but brought in delhi, Sir
s1:pata hai thu uncle sam ka beta hai..hindi me bat kar
s2:interrupting s1 “tho breakfast me idli sambar aur lunch me butter nan..
totally hybrid hai saala..abhi yaha bangalore me apni g**d m***ne aaya”
s4:achha bol, abhi hostel mess ka khana kaya..
j1:haa Sir..
s4:kaisa tha..
there was a knock on the door..
s1:”abhi kaun la**u aaya be” and went towards the door and opened it..

“Kya bhai abi tak soye nai…”- uttered the man as he entered..
Nobody dared to look at the door but each of us knew the voice
and knew that it would be better to flush ourselves down the
stinky hostel toilet than being caught red handed by the very
Warden of hostel..He took his time to look around and let it
sink for us, ‘ Baays you are doomed, you can make your point, I
will listen to it out of just sheer pity but i have already
made the decision….’
He asked the 3 juniors to go out of the room…..before that,
he checked with them whether anything serious had happened…
then j1(thank god he was smart enough) told the warden that
they had come here to enquire on some 1st semester books..
he was belted properly for trying to cover us and was asked
to come to warden office later…though he(warden) tried to keep
a serious face, deep down he was thoroughly enjoying as if he had
waited for this day for so long that the very purpose of his
becoming warden was this night of sadistic shit…and the way
he handled the situation with total calmness as if he had been
bestowed with the power to determine all our lives and where its
gonna end up..
He looked at all of us once and asked s2 to write the names.
Once it was done,he took the paper..went out and locked the room
from outside..here we were, 8 of us locked inside room 108..
what happened outside goes as below..

warden: hello sir,sorry to disturb you at this hour..but something
happened here which needs your attention..(He said this loud enough
just outside the door only to ensure we can overhear)
princy:*#$*#$*#
warden:there has been a ragging incident, I caught them red-hand,
let me check…8 of them and of course the 3 three juniors are
terribly scared to even speak.. I told them not to worry, but I
guess it will take sometime for them to get back to normal…….
‘utter nonsense..bullshit..we need to fix a dynamite up his..’
I am sure everyone in the locked room felt the same…
warden:ok sir,yes sir how about tomorrow..in your office..all are
hostellites..tonight?..Is it not late for you..ok sir..c you then..

Then there was complete silence, the kind of deadly silence
which freezes your a** and you can`t even fart to break it..
nobody spoke on either side of the room..each one of us knew
we were getting into a bottomless well and hopelessly worrying
how to come out of it or at least know when and where will
we hit the bottom and how does it look like..After almost 30 mins
or so (during which we had already decided to plead the warden and
beg him for mercy) , it was around 12:15 pm when the room door
was opened…

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The Fish theory

Folks, a colleague of mine forwarded this…Looks
like a management Funda…but worth a try, Probably
the key to happiness(that eludes us whenever we seem
to have seized it……..)

The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the waters
close to Japan have not held many fish for decades. So to
feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and
went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the
longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took
more than a few days, the fish were not fresh.
The Japanese did not like the taste. To solve this problem,
fishing companies installed freezers on their boats. They
would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed
the boats to go farther and stay longer.
However, the Japanese could taste the difference between
fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish. The
frozen fish brought a lower price. So fishing companies
installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff
them in the tanks, fin to fin. After a little thrashing
around, the fish stopped moving. They were tired and dull,
but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste
the difference. Because the fish did not move for days,
they lost their fresh-fish taste. The Japanese preferred
the lively taste of fresh fish, not sluggish fish.So how
did Japanese fishing companies solve this problem? How do
they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan? If you were consulting
the fish industry, what would you recommend?

As soon as you reach your goals, such as finding a wonderful
mate, starting a successful company, paying off your debts
or whatever, you might lose your passion. You don’t need to
work so hard so you relax. You experience the same problem
as lottery winners who waste their money, wealthy heirs who
never grow up and bored homemakers who get addicted to
prescription drugs. Like the Japanese fish problem, the best
solution is simple. In the Early 50’s, L Ron Hubbard, the
Founder of Scientology, observed:
“Man thrives, oddly enough, only in the presence of a challenging environment”.

The Benefits of a Challenge:
The more intelligent, persistent and competent you are,
the more you enjoy a good problem. If your challenges are
the correct size, and if you are steadily conquering those
challenges, you are happy. You think of your challenges and
get energized. You are excited to try new solutions. You
have fun. You are alive!

How Japanese Fish Stay Fresh:
To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies
still put the fish in the tanks. But now they add a small shark
to each tank. The shark eats a few fish, but most of the fish
arrive in a very lively state. The fish are challenged.

Recommendations:
Instead of avoiding challenges, jump into them. Beat the heck
out of them. Enjoy the game. If your challenges are too large
or too numerous, do not give up. Failing makes you tired.
Instead, reorganize. Find more determination, more knowledge,
more help. If you have met your goals, set some bigger goals.
Once you meet your personal or family needs, move onto goals
for your group, the society, even mankind.

Don’t create success and lie in it. You have resources, skills
and abilities to make a difference.
” So, put a shark in your tank and see how far you can really go!”

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Hebbe Falls…Kemmangundi

we took the 11 30 night train from Bangalore to
Shimoga..At around 5 AM or so, the train halted at a
station and people started to get down…Still
nothing would have made me get up if not for the
heavy snoring by Adiga who was 2 seats down in the
lower-berth seat..the rhythmic loud expiration
followed by a shrill inspiration was really the main
inspiration for me to get a fresh hot tea on the
platform…It was a misty morning with serene
surroundings at the Bhadravati(a twin city of
Shimoga)station…Daily commuters mostly small
businessmen,whole-sale traders were busy getting
into the train…a group of school students
giggling about god-knows-what,also joined the
intake…The train looked like a big piece of Magnet
attracting bits of iron towards it as the people
came aboard….It was almost 20 minutes before the
whistle blew and we started towards Shimoga…The
Bolero was waiting outside the station and we headed
straight to the lodge…As soon we went to our hotel
rooms,all the bathrooms were occupied by the most
desperately-waiting-to-dump guys while others hit the
bed to get a few more minutes of sleep..More than
an hour later, after most of us had taken bath while
others decided against it….Idli,Vada,dosa with
extra helpings of chutney made us full as we
geared up for the Hebbe falls…

We stopped the vehicle at approx 8 kms before the falls..
Actually from there onwards, the muddy roads are wide enough
to fit a Maruti 800..the other 4 wheelers can be tried at
their own risk..But the local transport over there is a
Jeep which I think is maintained by the estate near the
falls..We decided to trek rest of the way..If we go by the
road then it is like 2-3 kms more while if we take the
foot-hills,forest and through the estate gardens,we can
save the extra distance plus the scenery is really good…
Midway through the forest, we kind of lost the way..in the
sense, there were like multiple footpaths and each were in
different directions…also we had not seen the falls yet
to decide on which way to go…
Suman:”why don`t we take a logical break and rest for sometime”
He was really overtired because of being overexcited early on
in the trek..
Vikram:”But if we don`t find the path we can rest for the
whole day and go back”…
Adiga:.”we will do one thing, 3 of us will go in each of
these 3 paths and return in about half an hour if we are
still clueless about the way to the falls…”
Mahesh:”guys, have you ever heard of a plan in which so
many things can go wrong…but seriously,I don`t think
there is any other choice..”
Suman:”why can`t we just wait for someone to stumble
upon and ask him the path..” He was all set to buzz off..
Adiga:”the ones who are going to stay here can do that anyway”…

The pointless discussion would have continued on and on…So
finally me,Naga and Adiga decided to go in different paths as
others stretched their legs..As I went about on my way trying to
see if there is any sight of any hint of the falls, it was already
past 20 minutes but no Hebbe…After a while there was a sharp left
turn ahead,as I crossed it,I knew I had come to the other side of
the mountain and was busy figuring out my route and where to step
next…It took almost a minute for me to settle and as I looked
around,I stood transfixed at the sight in-front of me…There it
was finally, the much talked about Hebbe falls from the top of the
next hill fell on the surface in the valley twice before actually
reaching the foot of the hill…There was so much water falling but
it was dead silence around except for the birds humming..It felt
as if I am watching a silent movie of a bygone era..thats when
Naga,Adiga patted me just to let me know that I am not the only
lucky one..All three paths lead to the same place…
as if acknowledging the collective admiration, Hebbe blew a
flying kiss of milky water and the droplets went high in the sky
and with sun shining in the background, formed a mysterious
kaleidoscope…We still had around 2-3 kms of trek left before
we reached Hebbe..so we went back and woke up the sleeping logs and started our way towards the end point..

the best thing about Hebbe is its last few yards
of trek..As you reach the valley, the river water
coming from the falls freezes your feet..Now, again
there are 2 paths as you cross stream..based on our
just concluded experience, we thought both these paths
would obviously lead to the falls which was quite
true but the problem was the 2nd path which me and
Vikram chose, was more dense with trees…and if not
for the sound of water falling, we would have lost
our way…for the first time,we had to depend on our
ears rather than eyes…At some point we actually
thought of going back and following the first route
but decided against it as we would have lost the
precious time when other guys are happy in the chill
river beneath the falls…we had to cross the river
3 more times but we did not care as long as the volume
of the sound increased and we knew we were getting nearer..
The not so big sticks that we had collected came in
handy as we jumped from one slippy rock to another,
sticking the stick into the bottom of the river while
crossing…..Finally… we were there… and the force of the
freezing water of Hebbe falls hit us like hot sauce pan…..
and just like that, we lost all sense of sensuousness…..
and just moved with the flow….

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What a Match It was!!

“We are fortunate to live in the same era as Fed
and Nadal and watch them play head-on”…roared
Roger Reddy as we finished watching the post match
presentation..I had to agree with him..Wimbledon
2008 final is probably the best grand slam final
ever played..though Fed lost,he fought till the
end and along with the one and only Nadal put up an
unforgettable match for all his fans around the world…
So now whats left for FED…hopefully US open 2008…

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Today`s the Wimbledon final

Can`t wait to see the battle b/w the 2 greats
its “tallent and magic v/s strength and determination”
Check out the official site for some interesting facts
and extrapolations….
http://www.wimbledon.org/en_GB/news/articles/2008-07-05/200806051212678371720.html

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The legend of Jesse Owens

“I always loved running…it was something you could do by
yourself, and under your own power.You could go in any
direction, fast or slow as you wanted, fighting the wind
if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the
strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs.” -Jesse Owens

Only a tiny plaque on a small brick monument in Michigan USA
commemorates  Ferry Field as hallowed ground, the
site of the finest hour in athletics thanks to the legendary
Jesse Owens.Owens set three world records and matched another
within a span of 45 minutes, shrugging off back pain from a
fall to produce the sport’s greatest one-day effort at age 21.
Owens matched the 100-yard world record of 9.4 seconds, then
just 15 minutes later took one leap and set a world long jump
record of 26-feet-8 1/4-inches (8.13m) that would stand for a
quarter century.

Buckeye Bullet

Jesse,usually called “Buckeye Bullet” set a 220-yard dash
world record of 20.3 seconds and set a 220-yard low hurdles
record of 22.6 seconds.Conversions showed Owens’ longest
runs broke world 200m records even though he ran 201.68m to
set the times.Only Owens, who died of lung cancer in 1980 at
age 66, has set athletics world records in multiple events in
one day.His long jump mark lasted until fellow American Ralph
Boston broke it in 1960.Recalled largely by grainy black and
white film from a 1936 Berlin Olympics in which he shattered
Adolf Hitler’s idea of a Master Race, Owens struggled with
money after a feat that,if repeated now, would bring a king’s
ransom.Owens won four gold medals at Berlin, matching the world
100m record of 10.3 seconds, taking the long jump and 200m in
Olympic records and running the first leg for a 4x100m relay
won in a world record 39.8 seconds.But Owens found no endorsement riches upon his homecoming.

He was forced to run against horses at Negro League
baseballgames,a humbling fall from glory.”For a time,
at least, I was the most famous person in the entire
world,” Owens said in remembrances on his official
website.”Everyone was going to slap me on the back,
want to shake my hand or have me up to their suite.
But no one was going to offer me a job.”

Humble beginnings

Born the son of a sharecropper and grandson of a slave in rural
Alabama, Owens picked cotton as a child labourer.At age nine,
the Owens family moved to Cleveland, where Owens equalled the
100-yard world record in high school.Owens attended Ohio State
University but in the midst of the “Great Depression” and with
the American civil rights movement 30 years away, Owens was forced
to eat at “blacks only” restaurants and sleep in segregated
hotels.”I couldn’t ride in the front of the bus,” Owens recalled
to biographers.”I had to go to the back door.”
Owens, a sophomore, slipped on water and injured his tailbone in
a fall two weeks before the 1935 Big Ten Conference Athletics
Championship at the University of Michigan, Ohio State’s archrival.
Owens endured a 200-mile ride in the “rumble seat” of a car over
the Midwest backroads and was doubtful for the meet but decided
to compete.The rest was simply history.
Now, recreational runners trod the repaved track. Huge telephone
poles with netting between them run down the middle of the track
to catch any errant throws. One can still imagine Owens leaping
into the jump pit over the takeoff judge’s head and picking up
the handkerchief he set at the world record length.
A 10,000-seat Ohio State athletics stadium completed in 2001 bears
Owens’ name.But here, just beyond the first turn, Owens’ plaque
shares space with those of war-dead Michigan athletes…four in
“The World War I”, 17 in World War II and one in Vietnam.A tribute
motto on the World War II plaque would apply most aptly to Owens.
It reads:”Not dead, but living in deeds: Such lives inspire.”

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