Flying 'Low'

“A body at rest will stay at rest unless acted on by an outside force”

I guess this brilliant ‘law of Inertia’ by Sir Newton does not merely applies to physical bodies, but also has an emotional quotient to it. And so it must, as it is well capable of defining the human psychology to resist any undesired change in their lives.

Of the two kinds of people in the world, I am one of those who do not appreciate a change until changed. And flying (or should I say traveling) is one of those transitioning phase which depresses me the most. From the long waits during check-in to the pressure-dropping ear-numbing crammed economy cabins, there always are noises of baby(s) crying in perfect harmonic imbalance with that from the engines just to add the cherry on your ‘icing’ misery. And then there is God who doesn’t seem to care less and callous to my boarding prayers, never bestows me with a ‘nice girl next seat’!

But then drearier to the sleepless hours and Lilliput Lavatories is the phenomenon I explained above. And this time more than the physical movement it is the change of the state of the mind, the fact that these closing doors will open to the new, sometimes unfamiliar worlds and you may not see the same side of the sun. Nevertheless, the gush of new wind soon carries away these feelings and you start embracing the new horizons, realizing how worthless would it have been being averse to such a momentary phase in life…

When change is the only constant in life, better play the other variables and keep the equation right…

A "Desserted" year!

All my bags are packed I am ready to go …
I am standing looking the new built shores
I want to wake me up.. And say goodbye

Now the dates are ending, the project is over
No bugs, no issues, no problems anymore
Already I am so free I can’t describe ….

So miss me or smile for me..
Or tell me that you will wait for me
Try to hold me saying you won’t let me go ….

I am leaving on a Jet Plane; don’t know if I’ll come back again!

Wow! I can’t believe this project is actually getting over, and I am traveling home with no date to return. Though am so delighted that this one was one of the finest implementations done, there’s something in me that keeps me from admitting that ‘it’s over’

Remembering my first encounter with this ‘Green Desert’ (green from the color of money!), I cannot start with anything but describing how I almost ‘drowned in my own sweat’ everyday from the scorching humid waits for the taxi that never seem to come, and then despite of being the guy who’s paying, still end up learning a lesson or two from the ‘driver next country’.

Though a desert, this country of 'black and whites' perhaps has got more diverse fauna then anywhere else. From the under developed chinkis to overcrowding mallus, this place’s versatility totally overshadows the sand beneath the feet. Like people, so different is the way they dress and the food they eat. So except for some stinking far-asian food joints, almost every place is a treat for the eyes and mouth … no wonder how I so fell in love with hummus and falafel.

And yes, describing this country without its extravagance is not describing the country at all! Everything from the high rises to custom clad wheels, the people here actually have more money than they can spend. So what if they have to hide their favorite million dirham designer dress under an even more expensive black robe, they sure know how to ‘make it up’ on their faces. For the rest you will have to settle down with the neighboring expats, which by no means are any less a treat for the eyes! Still mesmerized with gorgeousness around, this would be something I will be missing for sure.

This trip truly was one to remember, from my long time at the ‘mis’ fortune ‘ate’ hotel to splendid evenings at the gym, pool and jacuzzi of Al Maha Arjaan, I can easily say “been there done that” to all the places, magnificent hotels, clubs and malls around. But I guess the reason that kept me coming back here over and over again was the company of my new friends.. So be it 'the stupidd.. complainer’, ‘the non-confessing shopaholic’, the UFO enchanted, purple bags and haribo fanatic lazy slow-gans, ‘the ‘Ku Ku’ Gaanv ki Gori’, the ‘self proclaimed prince charming’, ‘the super crazy wanderer and his 4X4’, ‘few days with Mr. Bright Sunny Day’ or ‘the melodious girl who couldn’t hear a thing on the first time’, IOU all for making this time a ‘dessert in the desert’

My Maths is Grey...

This blog goes out to my good friend turned colleague turned better friend - Odysseus a.k.a ChotuFundoo! (Though I wonder why and from where he finds himself 'Chotu' :p)

The story sets back at Le Meridian, Abu Dhabi (did I mention any good things about my Big O? Paying such extravagant bills is one of them) when we started on our as usual discussions about the section of the world we live in. And with the 'rich' oxidizing agents around, the discussions soon found themselves blazing in philosophical flames and that’s when I found the dramatic title for this blog.

When it comes to Maths, perhaps Ody and I are separated by few light years. While he still teaches the bizarre theorems and formulas to engineering students, I have to use a calculator to pay my Sodexhos. And on that evening he obviously couldn’t hear me offending the subject with my theory of perception, which unlike his math’s 0 or 1, realizes everything in shades of Grey.

A part of the human magnificence is the ability to judge: to examine, evaluate and conclude, and we have come a long way deciphering nature’s code in identifying the good from the bad and the ugly. But the spirit of our judgment has always been a good follower and seldom questions the socially adopted norms, rather trends in the world around us. Thus the events in our life are more defined and coded than perceived, and are conceived more as per classical maths’s one rights or zero wrongs. But never do we realize that the need of ‘pi’ came only after a man’s observation and admission of wheel to ease his life, and then the ‘pi’ contributed by making the wheels uniform and making the ride smoother.

Living on theorems is good, but then I feel more important is to use your insight first before applying the said formulas on life. Learn to examine with the senses, evaluate in the head and conclude from the heart, and then apply the math to make it work better.

Life’s not eternal, better feel it than calculate.

The Vicious Circle

A few days back, I paid my tickets to New York …

And for those who know me as a frequent flyer, my less privileged super-subset of “The Big O” pays much of it debts to The God’s Own’ed’ Country – The Gelf! (That’s how most of my country-friends deep down south patronize their coconut and shrimp state) while the rest of it goes off smoking at the weed capital of the world.

So as you may have realized, I am talking about the new movie by Kabir Khan. And the guy has certainly earned my (and perhaps millions of others) attention and respect for One: making the 3 sizzling hot “all face & body” attractions to act more than reveal (May this reach the ‘K’offee ‘creamer) Two: keeping it clean from any ‘out of the blue’ dance & romance but three; and most importantly “putting an honest attempt to stimulate in ‘da kool and hep’ generation of today a thought that there can be more important news in this world than your ‘pal’ winning poker on ‘your Face and in his Book’

However all his brilliance ended up in contradiction, when he made the 'monotonous yet versatile' Irfan Khan point 'Mr. White' Neil Nitin Mukesh to the young pasta loving lad winning baseball match and made him feel less sorry for loosing his friends but winning “the white respect for browns”.

But wasn’t the kid’s father shown “accepted” in the beginning of the story, before he was accused, abducted and tortured for being a terrorist? How different must his childhood have been from his son? How can his soul be assured of the lightning not striking the same place twice?

The oblivious world has always followed the fallacious order of “They shall sin.. Thy shall pay”. “An eye for an eye” aggression or “no eye to cry” callousness has never been able to address the sacredness of humanity. Why did we start following Mr Darwin’s beautiful theory behind “the survival of the fittest” so reprehensibly?

Always remember the classical adage “as you sow so you reap” , and before you tangent any such “ring of fire” just remember to

Be Human …

The Bird ate my Outlook!

I say here we go again … (1973 is one of my favorite James Blunt's song)

A Big thanks to everyone for their super-kind words on my 1^st attempt (so what if I had to search online for their meanings.. that’s what these blogs are about anyway, isn’t it ? ;o) And who knows .. I may clear GRE this year without Mr. Barron’s ‘abase, abash’ help!) But it has certainly given me enough motivation to go-bonkers.

My company “The Big O” (no! I dont work for any porn industry .. I never got my chance 'in' :o( ) has finally made me move to Mozilla Thunderbird. (So now you are sure I.T’s not porn!)

Actually I do not work exactly in “The Big O”, lets just say that my organization was one of those unwanted child that you try to avoid first, neglect later and then espouse last!

I mean no offence to Open Source (I am one of it’s greatest 100.000.000^th admirer), but I found Outlook way better. However using Outlook 2000 was like fighting Megatron (the Transformers robot) with my Stone-Age ‘slow, gray and ugly looking’ IMAP spears and axes, and that too without Megan Fox by my side. (I guess she is the one actually "Transformed" from the "chubby cheeks of Hope & Faith" to by far the sexiest body on the silver screen"

Ok Guys, enough fantasizing; while Girls, please continue and take your own time to get motivated ;o)

Ok so the Big O was in no mood to get me an upgrade. so now Thunderbird it is! But this transition was never too easy. I am one of those urban-organized species who urges on having every bit of information find its proper.. it’s perfect place. So as it would have it, I had more PST's (that's Mr Gates’s propriety format for storing local mails in folders) than clothes in my wardrobe. (which always is a mess :D)

Never mind this Bird looked a smart one and had this “import” feature in it. I selected Outlook and pressed the import button with a winning smile. But it wasn’t too late to realize this “piece-of-cake” import has goofed up the icing on the top (message header) and introduced these HTML tags all over to embarrass me. (Yes I don’t know HTML … happy?)

After trying dozens of third party apps and gadgets, my struggle still looks far from over. Guess I have to live with it …and wait for the sunrise when the world wakes out of this tyranny...

Live, Love or get Lost!

My first Big n Loud Outspoken Gratitude!

Well, I always thought that someday, I would have to get over my “ever so lazy to write” attitude and enter this enthralling world of the web 2.0 that has now outgrown itself by introducing stupid people like us (or at least me for that matter) a way to write about anything we like (or most the time dislike)

So I am here to start small with my 1^st blog. And as any book (good or bad) would have it, even mine has few dedications, especially to those who introduced me to this ‘Blog’ technology

I am always confused why they had to call this post a “blog”… and with my limited database knowledge, I know BLOB in database stands for Binary Large Objects that consume significant disk space. So I assume the foresighted originator of this word (like the “precog Agatha of Minority Report”, or Nicolas Cage of “The Knowing”) must have seen this day when everyone has started competing to flood the Internet with his/her views, ideas and opinions, and thus called it a “Big Limitless Online Garbage” or a BLOG!)(And I mean no offence to the other actually constructive writers; and for those who haven’t noticed another meaning of the word in the title yet, "please consider your e-nvironment friendliness before writing another one"

And to start any thanks-giving without thanking my Mom is meaningless . I mean if it wasn’t her, perhaps I would have written this blog using a “Hindi to English” dictionary with some 'Shake-Spearean' words reading which you must have laughed your jaws out … and to my brother to make me realize how Neanderthal I am in “da kool n hep” virtual world. I must also thank my ex-girlfriend for not talking two hours every night of my life (more of which I miss now) on the 2^nd most amazing communication technology after A.G Bell’s … yes! the cellphone. So now I, like most other “single-loosers” (may be the two words mean the same) have all the time in this world to squander. And to my alma mater St. Paul and MITM to grace me with invaluable education (least of which that I make use of!)

But much thanks to my new made colleague blogger friends who made me realize how can “beauty of writing” win over “the matter of subject’. So be it some weird incident of wearing pink pajamas to a medical store, or over embracing a slightly flamboyant Asian and then mistaking her for a hooker.. they can make these every next-day events come alive on HTML! Thanks for always encouraging me guys.. this one’s for you!

And nevertheless, to all those beautiful people I know (don’t worry, if I know you, you are one of them, and if you don’t know me, u now know how to get beautiful! ;o)) with whom I have shared my memorable days, hours or even minutes. IOU my appreciation for all the things you taught me.

Hence I begin my journey towards this Mordor (please pardon my love for LOTR) and like Frodo, I may (rather will) make mistakes. So appreciate if you can be my Samwise Gamgee and help with your corrections, feedbacks and comments.

Bye.. may you find your Rest and Peace ;o)