Don't expect me to stay ( From my previous Blog )

When you're one of the few to land on your feet! What do you do to make ends meet? Your dreams are limited , but we still have to go to the dreamed of world !! Mighty waves come crashing down, The spray is lashing high into our eyes, but then there is more to come in from these dizzy heights !! And if you survive 8 , there will be people who will be breathing in , but you have to breathe out to reach those hieghts !!! Lets make to those heights , where they say that there are diamonds but i am looking for thrills !! I don't care if we get there on time.Everybody's searching for something, they say.I'll get my kicks on the way.Over mountains, across seas,Who knows what will be waiting for me?I could sail forever to strange sounding names.Faces of people and places don't change.All I have to do is just close my eyes, To see the seagulls wheeling on those far distant skies.All I want to tell you,All I want to say is count me in on the journey.Don't expect me to stay.

Politika ( This is from my previous Blog )

Suddenly i realize today about the reservations system, or i should say that I am realizing about the complete system. Politics is killing us man! Politics a strong word, was conceived by as some people say, by the great, Chankaya and some people say, by some Greek. Though this word had its name derived from the Greek word 'Polis'. Have i understood the dirt of politics? Am i waking up? What is happening? Where is the spark? What about me going in for agitations. Is it that my responsibilities have eaten the half part of me? Media brought a lot of things out, but then where do we all stand. India a secular country! How is secularism being hit? India a Democratic country! How? Well we have all been learning since our school days about the preamble …JUSTICE LIBERTY EQUALITY FRATERNITY... We resolve to const India in to Socialist, Secular, and Democratic Republic. When we are trying to do this, what we get in return, Lathes... Is it that we are trying to go to the Mahatma Gandhi's way of achieving independence? I still am in a state of dilemma, Reservations for what, Taxes for what? Politics!! Me working for what? Me, Struggling for what? Politics! Let’s take an example here, India going into Globalization, is this the right time to think about reservations. Few years back when BJP was in power, they tried to reduce the fees of IIMS, well what is happening, do they want to capture themselves into every sector of ours. This is something really strange. Whom are we living for, have we ever tried to just sit down and think and analyze. What are we doing, are we gaining something out of it? Well give a thought to it. Maybe i will be giving that a thought today. Let’s get to the other part of it, i go with my best counterpart somewhere, and there is a small argument with someone, and i shrug, what if that person has political or police contact! Why politics first? There is something really weir happening in this country. Can someone relate this: Stocks Market falls, India Looses, Finance Minister Says "RISE" and Stock Market Rises? Politics? My head is spinning!! Is yours too........ Give it a thought

A Drive in the Night

Pretty Strange, Walking down the road at 2:30 AM in the night all confused and lost though not drunk , I was just amazed at the city. Just tried comparing life with the long road, and was amazed to notice that life is just the same as the road. All the Lamp posts as if people trying to lighten up a certain distance of the life and then need some one else to lighten up that portion of the life. Are we so dependent on other people that we need other people in our life. Faced so many jobs interview and was amazed to notice that , the most common question asked was not Polymorphism or MultiThreading but Can you Work in a Team ?
What is a team , and why do you need a team , cant you do something all alone, well am amazed to notice that no person, in this world is not dependent on other. Thinking about Howard Roark , in fountainhead, even he needed Dominique when he needed to destroy Cortlandt. Well why am i writing this? Today being Christmas, just went back to the memory lane back into 2003 Christmas, it was all a girl and me together in a small restaurant in a small town where my college was, with a few of my batch mates around and what i was doing there at that place is what I don't know , but then I was there, sitting with her laughing. Suddenly all seems to be all lost, just a lamp post on my way which may have lighted a part of this distance, and suddenly never ever to visit the lamp post again. Today again I have this strange feeling of loosing a lamp post I don't know what?
Its all a very strange thing, when I went for the lunch ( normally I don't ) , but then as I wanted solitude all around me there was a wasp of people all around, murmuring in some strange language, and looking at them it made a clear impression of what they were, suddenly I got up to share the seat ( the seat there usually permit 4 people to sit ) , and 4 people came and sat there, just out of guts I told the 4th person to get up and find him a place as I was sitting there from before and half the junk people turned around to see me , out of anger or whatever. Well as I sat, it was all again back to the Lemon Pepper Salt and Onion , people looking at me, but I not bothered and people kept on looking, suddenly out of curiosity asked someone who are you and got the answer what i expected. Suddenly realized that those days are not far, where this country will be ruled by those set of people, who will not only have education , but have education without knowledge, the country ruled by people of Negatives Merit. A country where in I compared the roads of a city with my life, and the lamp posts with the people very close to me , those lamp posts never to be lightened again , because of the negativity into this county of ours.

The English Patient

Just completed The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje. Though have not read, its predecessor, In the Skin of Lion, from where the characters of Hana and Caravaggio has come, the novel is all about the Burned Man. A perfect and a genius way to plot the story, where in the novelist definitely try to take you from the Italian Villa to the Sahara, and this I really loved. The expression to describe the feel of Dryness in the villa and the desert to the wetness of the Oasis in the Desert and the Fountain in the villa is just impeccable. Characters though many have been introduced, substantially only 4 characters, are there around whom the Novel revolves

1. Hana

2. The English Patient

3. Caravaggio

4. Kip

Kip out of the place is an Indian Sikh, where maybe the author has tried to show some pity on the Indian condition during the colonial times. A novel trying to show, hatred but love, emotions but hardness. Tried to amalgamate the Luxuriant land of northern India, with the 5 river names i had long forgotten, (let me see can i write them again here) Ravi , Jhelum, Beas, Chenab, Sutlej(No need to google).

The novel doesn’t seem to get you that musty feeling like the other war novels, where in you just read about the mutinous people, who are jaded by the war and think that everything which the war has brought into is irreparable, though the lastly mention of the Atom Bombs, have tried to get that, but the ironical way it has been put up shows the way you can abhor the west to treat the eastern country like that.

The perennial love story of the English Patient has not to be missed here, which was precocious though the same when compared to the Kip's Love story, Kips story was very preposterous and obtuse.

At sometime it may though seem to be a pell-mell, but then over all, the book is very peremptory leaving the reader no chance but to complete the same.