Another One falls prey

Sauntering a new place
So finally I booked my ticket to say: Mama, I am coming home”. But before mama breaks into a broad smile seeing her dear child in front of
Her, the child could see a faint smile playing on his face. Yeah child was me and smile, quite ironical my seat was not confirmed and I was in RAC.
Ok chap but that never is a reason to smile, right. Now face the fury of Mother Nature in a Non AC second class sleeper and that too waiting to lap up a seat.
What’s so funny about it? Any sensible person would admonish me and ask the same. Well suddenly the whole reservation hoopla seemed so relevant.
How do you feel to be an unreserved passenger in this world reserved for certain people? Yeah I felt the anguish, you would when you anticipate you’re being tossed around being tagged “UNRESERVED”. But still I managed a faint smile, being tossed around in a train is nothing when you know journey is for 36 hours and your agony would come to an end. And who knows you may still manage a seat courtesy some fellow passenger. My anguish is nothing compared to multitude of people who had dared to dream. Remember “I am young, I too have dreams” uttered by Rajeev Gandhi while being a gracious guest at White House.

True I may not be a casualty and thinking of posterity is something too much to ask. Yeah I have a lil sister and I do wish the best for her.
I worry for her and thousands of people stuck in a quagmire. But for God’s sake hunger strikes and suicide attempts are cowardly attempts and tell me whom would it benefit anyway. Strangely media too is ignoring what is turning out to be a burning issue. Media has been reduced to P3 reporters who would write pages about a celebrity dog wandering away and dear o dear celebrity shedding tears for her pyara kutta, coz it would make a chatpata news . People would pop their eyes out to read scandals and gossips. Link ups, break ups, phone calls and MMS have become much more important for media. And why not these stories sell like hot cakes. And now you have people like Rahul Mahajan hogging lime light. Shame on you so called source of restoring public conscience blah blah you media.

But I am an eternal optimist. Young people are good enough to bring back sanity to this mad world called India.
I sincerely hope they would succeed. Let all of us contribute in whatever part we can, and rather than remaining isolated and doing a hunger strike better we indulge in some meaningful talk. Bring ‘em to table and rationalize the matter. Let sanity and wisdom prevail here. World is going to be a better place for you and for me and for everyone else around us. Lobbying is the need of hour, put the pressure back on them, they won’t listen to these hunger strikes and all.

Another One falls prey to reservation

Sauntering a new place
So finally I booked my ticket to say: Mama, I am coming home”. But before mama breaks into a broad smile seeing her dear child in front of
Her, the child could see a faint smile playing on his face. Yeah child was me and smile, quite ironical my seat was not confirmed and I was in RAC.
Ok chap but that never is a reason to smile, right. Now face the fury of Mother Nature in a Non AC second class sleeper and that too waiting to lap up a seat.
What’s so funny about it? Any sensible person would admonish me and ask the same. Well suddenly the whole reservation hoopla seemed so relevant.
How do you feel to be an unreserved passenger in this world reserved for certain people? Yeah I felt the anguish, you would when you anticipate you’re being tossed around being tagged “UNRESERVED”. But still I managed a faint smile, being tossed around in a train is nothing when you know journey is for 36 hours and your agony would come to an end. And who knows you may still manage a seat courtesy some fellow passenger. My anguish is nothing compared to multitude of people who had dared to dream. Remember “I am young, I too have dreams” uttered by Rajeev Gandhi while being a gracious guest at White House.

True I may not be a casualty and thinking of posterity is something too much to ask. Yeah I have a lil sister and I do wish the best for her.
I worry for her and thousands of people stuck in a quagmire. But for God’s sake hunger strikes and suicide attempts are cowardly attempts and tell me whom would it benefit anyway. Strangely media too is ignoring what is turning out to be a burning issue. Media has been reduced to P3 reporters who would write pages about a celebrity dog wandering away and dear o dear celebrity shedding tears for her pyara kutta, coz it would make a chatpata news . People would pop their eyes out to read scandals and gossips. Link ups, break ups, phone calls and MMS have become much more important for media. And why not these stories sell like hot cakes. And now you have people like Rahul Mahajan hogging lime light. Shame on you so called source of restoring public conscience blah blah you media.

But I am an eternal optimist. Young people are good enough to bring back sanity to this mad world called India.
I sincerely hope they would succeed. Let all of us contribute in whatever part we can, and rather than remaining isolated and doing a hunger strike better we indulge in some meaningful talk. Bring ‘em to table and rationalize the matter. Let sanity and wisdom prevail here. World is going to be a better place for you and for me and for everyone else around us. Lobbying is the need of hour, put the pressure back on them, they won’t listen to these hunger strikes and all.

Sauntering a new place

Sauntering a new place
Demon of Plagiarism comes to fore.
Last few days have seen authors courting controversy as the old demon of plagiarism has again turned its head. First it was Dan Brown whose book ‘DaVinci Code’ once again made headline, this time though reason was a bit unenviable. Readers practically gorged on this thriller and copies were sold like hot cakes.
Then came the rude shock as two authors claimed Brown’s lifting their plot. I am not a great fan of Mr. Brown’s writing style but it seems he does quite research on his subject, so as this plot thickened; I pursued it with much interest. Unlike Brown’s books which have so many twists, this real life plot was shorn of any climax. Brown was reprieved, authors cringed and filmmakers of celebrated novel heaved a sigh of relief.
So finally Tom Hanks can play Langdon and we can watch the movie version of novel and end up arguing with our friends on how movies generally don’t live up to expectations created by celebrated novels.
But teenaged Harvard hopper Kaavya seems to be less fortunate. After making a big killing( a record offer for a teenaged writer 5 lakh dollars for the fledgling writer to be accurate), she made another screaming headline. We felt Plagiarism has been buried but that was not the case. Lady ran into trouble as certain Jennifer(don’t know her surname nor want to know some editor of cosmopolitan) claimed and convinced that Kaavya has lifted many a passage from her book. Yeah, passages were disturbingly similar. So unlike her protagonist Opal poor Kaavya hasn’t got a life, she is embroiled in this ugly controversy at very outset of a budding career . Let’s see how many more such big names are there to crumble and who knows with active readers and hyper active media, soon our dear Austens and Shakespeares may be plagued by doubts of plagiarism.

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Sauntering a new place

I Think Therefore I Am

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Hunt for a nanny for men in blue

This debate is raging for a long time now. Who should take over as the coach of Indian Cricket team? Should rein be given to kangaroos (Greg or Tom) or we should repose faith in home grown dronacharyas (Jimmy). By now even street urchins are well versed in credentials of these honorable people. Manmohan Singh or L.K. Advani may never be such a hot topic for debate. Was Singh ever in LSE? Who knows but you ask of Moody, and a young boy clad in shorts would reel off facts and figures how Tom Moody has helped in reinventing Worcestershire cricket etiquettes. So the hunt for the man (whose popularity is always ephemeral) continues. The post has few bouquets and more brickbats. Want a right opinion of the same, ask Wright. The Kent coach was lured to India and did a painstaking effort in streamlining the different aspects of Indian cricketers. Won accolades for bringing out good performances on a regularly basis from temperamental Indians. But he got many brickbats as well. His last outing with Indians ended in fiasco with a tumultuous Delhi crowd throwing courtesy to winds and ensuring India lost match as well as grace (whatever they had). Wright took over when Indian cricket was in doldrums. Allegation and counter allegations over match fixing looming large over popularity of cricket as a gentlemen’s game. Wright had a good bunch of players and he earnestly tried to mould them into world beaters. Alas that didn’t happen, but then aussies were too hot to handle. Did I digress from the main topic. Chalta hai,even happens with the Indian team . Sooner than later cricket coaches will be as powerful as soccer coaches. La Ferguson a coach will be dictating terms in the middle.
Pretty alarming scene for a cricket aficionado like me. Cricket has this as beauty, skipper
Should marshal his resources well and plot opposition’s downfall. With a cricket coach donning the mantle of a soccer coach, cricket will never be the same. Jardines,Bradmans,Armstrongs and Brearlies would not have appreciated that.
But then everything is transitory, raise a toast to ever growing breed of coaches

exploration in progress

I don’t consider myself to be one with mystic aura. No I’m no way hard core materialistic person as few of my dear friends are. Few even find me difficult to understand.
Never care for such people. I am really selfish in this regard. Those who don’t have it in them to comprehend me let dear God take care of ‘em. I’m least interested.
Now I can’t bluff there have been couple of cases where I was floored only to make out what felt by me was never reciprocated. Never mind. This way of philosophizing things let me breathe freely even in my darkest hour. I may look blissful on surface but then it has never been the case. I don’t know sometimes I even doubt my existence. Did I ever thin too high of me. No I was always a back bencher. A guy who knew all those basking in glory knew. Could have done and had done (alas only a few witnessed) all that those limelight stealers had done. But then I was amused by this game of one upmanship .
Do I sound a bit drained out. One who felt he could have done a lot better than what he is doing right now. Checking some rubbish code which any one can do. And those who do (one of my seniors takes great pride in manipulation of few commands(I work on UNIX platform) and always loves to show off whatever meager knowledge he has.
I have suffered fools all my life but a proud fool like him is too much to bear. Sometimes it hurts my esteem to be a junior to such a person. God where am I heading to?
I still nurture great dreams, some of them may sound quixotic and I fear revealing ‘em.
Well I compare my life to an ODI, then I can see first 15 overs (those uninhibited years of joy and pure fun have long bid adieu to me) are already over with not many on board.
So ideally it’s time to consolidate, but a base is needed first of all which can be further consolidated. I am a dreamer, I am a thinker but the whole action is missing. What to do?
Life can’t go on like this. I need to be assertive. Have to grab my chances. For too long I have let my aspirations unfulfilled. Time for some solid action. Time to put to break into sweat, some stupid will vouch only sweat can take them to the top.
Enough planning done. No cribbing. Now time to do something .