Saturday, September 23, 2017

Walk a Mile in my shoes

Walk a Mile in my shoes


Walk a mile in my shoes is a relatable topic. Everyone has a god gifted life and one should be happy with what the Almighty has given them. But it doesn't seem that many people are happy with their life.  Others personal life intrigues them and they start prying into others personal space. It is not a right thing to do before you are completely aware of what the other person's life is!

We as Indians are good at judging people and jumping to conclusions. We don't need a court of a judge to give the verdict. We are our own judges who can enter personal space of people and sneak peak into others life. You won't understand the pain of the person and it might be easy for you to make public discussions about something that is personal to them. Understand that everyone has their own life and we need to worry about our life because that is what should matter the most to us.  Never compare your kids with your friend's kid or Sharma ji's kids.  You were the one who worked hard for your children. Support them by creating and giving them a better standard and quality of life for them. Comparing them will only break your children's morale and confidence. 

Never express unwanted sympathy for people with terminal illness.  You never lived their pain and their pain might be unknown to you but known to people who care them the most. They have walked through the terrible rocky roads full of struggles and pain. Help them by making them better instead of showing them fake sympathies. It is the most difficult situation in anyone's life.  

You all should walk a mile in someone's shoes before you get judgemental about someone. Stop poking your ugly nose into someone's personal area and leave them for their own good.  Trust me, life will be more beautiful if you mind your own business and let others mind their own business. Almighty has designed everyone's life in such a way that they get an equal proportion of everything. It's just that some unlucky ones get the most of it and live a terrible life. 

For all such people, trust me life will be beautiful once again. The sun shall shine brightly. The early birds would warble nice tunes for you. It will rain happiness in your distressful life. It is a matter of time. Ignore the hate mongers who arrive in your life to cause problems. Just dump those negative energies outside your door. Accept what life offers you. Breath in Happiness and Breath out the negativities from your life. That is the best thing to do today, tomorrow and every day and you deserve to stay happy. SO, the next time when people talk about you, just go nearby them and say,
"Walk a Mile  in my shoes.."
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Saturday, December 31, 2016

100 * - Throwback 2016

Every blogger in this blog world aspires to reach a milestone for some period of time. Like some might want to write 1000 posts. Some might wish to publish a book and many goals as such! When I stepped into this year 2016, I never had any blogging goals as such. I was even sceptical if I would even have sufficient time to blog or even visit my blog. But on the last day of the year, I feeling relaxed and perplexed at the same time. My blogging calendar every year starts with the One Night Stand on a New year night post that exposes the life of a  mischief monger who preys on innocent girls. Each post of this series conveys messages that have a deep meaning associated with it. But unfortunately for the past few years, I've been disturbed for some reasons as a result of which I couldn't blog better. 


I am not a blogger who brags about statistics as such. But sometimes the realisation that you got some many amazing people reading your blog itself amazes me. But seeing my blog reaching a milestone always awakens the blogger inside me. To be frank, I never thought I would be a better blog. I am a lazy blogger. I come across many bloggers who put in so many efforts despite doing their everyday chores. When I compare myself with these folks, I  feel ashamed. 

On a personal front, there is nothing great that happening in my life. The much-desired job switch never happened though I  would closely work on improving my skill sets this year. I thought of working on some new skills and tools but unfortunately, that plan itself went for a toss. But still, I won't complain and crib about 2016. All that I ask at this point of time is some mental peace in my life.  Maybe I need to go for a short trip.  Parents had been looking for a girl for me to get married. Maybe that would get postponed for some period of time. 
I never visited any new place this year. I am disappointed with this. It's okay! people can get busy too. In 2017, I'll work on my aspirations and goals. I got to get fit and get going. I know life would be painful at times. But ignoring all the problems that life offers will make your life better. I will continue with the 2017 blogging with the ONS posts. 


I will contribute to a poor student's education and maybe even plan to sponsor his fees. I have many plans as such but only things will say. This happens to be the 100th post of this year. I have written 659 blog posts in my 11 years of blogging. But I have never published 100 blog posts in any year. The closest that I reached to 100 was 99 in 2015 and 95 in 2009.  Writing 100 blog posts in a year is not an achievement but it satisfies me as a blogger. I'm happy that I did this! It has been pending since long.

I am back to regular blogging!
Let the force be with you all! Power to you, my dear people :)



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Saturday, December 03, 2016

My First Job

My First Job
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I'm at loss of words if  I'm asked to talk about my first job. I can't imagine the number of days I waited for my joining days. It  was the great recession era and hence the joining date for us was delayed by a period of 6 months. I had  secured the  job through the third year campus placements and by far that was the turning part of my life. My excitement grew more since then but because of the delay it soon faded.  There wasn't a single day I didn't refresh my mailbox.  But my happiness hiked  when I saw the letter. 



I had my joining location as Pune. For someone who wasn't used to wake up before 8 and a momma's boy, it was difficult to acclimatise.  But I did manage. We underwent an initial training programme to be eligible for projects. After successfully completing the project, a major shock awaited me. I got my first project and I was posted to Noida. By then, this place was known for many wrong reasons. I felt weird  and helpless. I tried talking to the HR's but they bluntly asked me to resign if  won't join the Noida project. The phase was such that there was not much IT jobs. I had to listen to my mind and when I think about that decision I don't regret. 

I somehow joined my  project. The positive was that my friend was with me. We both struggled to find a house for rent. When we settled life moved on and there was never looking back. The first day at project , Noida decided to greet us with hailstorms. The solid particle fell on my head and it did hurt me. The wind was so strong that we hugged a tree to save us. Our clothes were messed up as we fell on the puddles. It was embarassing for us to enter our ODC in such a manner. Every one looked at us and it was awkward. I never knew we would meet our Project Manager at such a state.  We were given formal Knowledge Transfer and soon we became productive. But there wasn't a single day when I didn't think about my family.  I used to cry for hours. During one  Skype call, my mother broke in to tears when I informed her that I was having problems with the food. Life had did injustice to me and I had spent sleepless nights. My digestive couldn't digest the nasty foul smelling Rajmah Chawal at our office cafeteria any more. I found solace in a group of Bengali friends. They all loved me as their own. 

I got to understand a lot about the various Project models. I worked on the live projects and  got to understand the requirements as I closely worked with the business folks.  That laid the foundation for what I am today!  My Manager understood my plight and soon sent me to Pune. 
The First Job is memorable to everyone.  I had a troublesome past that even continues till today. But still I have fond memories of  my first job.  I never had timing issues as I worked in the US shift and flexi hours through out my career. First Job was indeed memorable!

Sunday, September 25, 2016

14001 - The Samjhauta Express

14001 - The Samjhauta Express

Samjhauta Express


 The evening sky looked gorgeous displaying a beautiful shade of Orange and Red. It looked unusual for me. There was something peculiar about the sky pattern. I rubbed my eyes and sprawled my legs. Looking at the sky shade indicated that it was evening. I looked around and saw that the train was empty.  There was no one in sight. It was dark.

I lolled on the train seat and wondered what had happened suddenly. The 14001 Samjhauta Express was a ray of hope to some people across the borders. I still remember that Kareem Chacha from Lahore used to regularly travel to India to meet his Khala who lived in Kanpur. Baljit Uncle from Amritsar used to travel to Pakistan using this train to meet his  best friend  Ahmad Khan who lived in Islamabad. The train was a breeding ground for so many amazing stories. I fondly remember the good old days where people used to chit chat with each other and talk about their Indo-Pakistan memories.  The Samjhauta Express displayed the friendship between people from both the nations. It was the government of the two countries that had a poor relationship but not the people. It's on this train where I and few of my friends used to steal Delicious Biryani from Nafeesa Chachi's food bag and consume  scrumptious Aloo Parathas from Amrit Kaur Aunty. That was our way of adventure. But they embraced us with an open heart, at least we felt so. I slowly walked inside the bogey to check if anyone was there. Alas! the train was empty. It was waiting at the Attari Station. 

Strolling inside the train, took me back to the memory lane. I reminisced the wonderful bygone days where I used to listen to the India-Pakistan partition stories narrated by older passengers travelling in the Samjhauta Express. I used to narrate those stories to my parents and even they used to wonder about the bond. There is no hatred between the people of these two countries but like I said earlier, its the government that's sowing seeds of hatred. 

" Motherfuckers! Not even a single fucking person on this train." I yelled at the top of my voice.
Devastated and Disappointed, I returned back to my seat.
That was when I eavesdrop on a discussion between two Indian railway officials. They were standing outside the train.
"I don't understand when will these Pakistani's stop killing Indian soldiers." The first guy said to the other.
The second person took a sip of the chai and said, "I heard the Pakistani Militants had killed 9 Indian sepoys."
"True. And I don't understand till when will India remain silent on such issues and keep condemning such attacks." The first person said to the other.
I listened to the conversation with complete alacrity.
"I think it's high time India should drop a nuclear bomb on Pakistan and regain it's lost territory." The second person replied.

"Holy Fuck! War is not a cake! It will kill innocent people." I murmured.
I moved my head and turned around to see if I could get hold of someone. But the train was still empty and these guys were talking about wars.
"I actually see no meaning of this train running too and fro between Lahore and New Delhi." The first person said and continued,"  There is no Samjhauta between our two countries."
"The train name is an irony. " The second person said and laughed.
"That's why this train is lying here like an orphan at this border town." The guy said.
I almost freaked out.  "What!!" 

As per the discussion, it seemed that the Indian government had decided to discontinue the Samjhauta Express train running between India and Pakistan.
Sad, I sat on my seat, resting my chin on my hand. I am definitely going to miss the wonderful stories between the two countries, I thought.

By now, the evening Sun had almost vanished. The moon, full and bright looked mesmerising.
My eyes aimlessly wandered around as I looked for those two guys outside. They were not to be seen. 
I walked towards the footboard. I stood there and spotted those guys again. Their political discussions were never ending. 

"Oye Sukhwinder, sunne,  just got the news from our station master," The first person said to the other.
"What news, Boobinder?" The second person asked.
"That our government is planning to reuse this train for some other route,"he said and continued, "We need to clean it and make it ready." 

I keenly listened to whatever they were talking.
"Oh Wait, Sukhwinder!" Boobinder, the second person  looked at me.
I freaked out once again. I soon ran and hid  beneath the seat.
"Let me get that Black HIT right away." he continued, " they are such a menace."
He got vexed after he spotted me. He angrily walked to the Office to get the Black HIT.
Once I got to know his future action, I kept running. My life now was in my hand. I had to save myself. I kept running for my life. As I ran, I saw the virtual images of Ahmad Chacha, Kuldeep Uncle, Shana Begum and many other passengers.  How beautiful this train once used to be!
But now ,the train was empty! And I kept running to save my life from Boobinder!

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Sunday, September 11, 2016

Flowers at the Door Inc.




The early morning sun peeped in through Julia's window as the clock struck 7. Julia was tired after frequent spats with her boyfriend Stanley. She tied her hair up in a bun and  threw open the window curtains. Having  cried the entire night thinking about Stanley, she cursed her fate. She quickly went downstairs and opened the door. Her eyes witnessed a flower bouquet lying in front of her door. While picking the flowers, she located a note. 
"Sorry Julia. Let's meet at Mario's at 7.30 PM. Love"  She read  and dumped the flowers  in the nearby dustbin. Stanley was her first love, a best friend for life.  Although they used to fight like a cat and Dog, they  were fond of each other.  Frequent quarrels followed by patch ups described their lovely bond.
It was 7.15 PM as Julia drove her car towards the St. Bernaud's Intersection. Mario's was a local cafe located at the Rocky Beach road. The evening breeze brushed her ebony dark hair as she drove her car along the road. The evening sky displayed  a unique orangish shade and the setting sun only made it look more beautiful. It looked like a beautiful canvas painting. People of all age groups were seen meandering at the beach.  Julia parked her car outside Mario's and stormed into the Cafe angrily. Her eyes scanned through the cafe and saw Stanley waving a hello to her. Maintaining a straight face, she decided not to make the first move. Stanley was busy munching the chicken nuggets. There was a deafening silence for 5 minutes. None of them was willing to initiate a talk.  Stanley and Julia knew each other since the age of 11, from their secondary school days. 
The waiter, Antonio, familiar to both came and broke their silence. "Too much of silence too bad for health...Here is a Mario special for Julia," he said and handed her a glass of Bloody Mary. She acknowledged him back with a smile.  She looked at Stanley and saw no feeling of guilt nor repent. That angered her more.
Stanley cleared his throat and said, "Did you get my flowers?"
"Yes, I did," she said. "How was it?" Stanley asked, "Did you like it?"
"It's just artificial as you, Stan!" she said, abruptly.
"And you know I hate fake things. Be it flowers or humans," she continued, "You could have dropped by and said a sorry instead." 
Stanley looked at her and replied, "I had some work."
"Your lame excuses as usual." she retorted.
"You  could have sent me a real flower from a garden or somewhere. You know I love roses, the red ones. Real Fresh flowers with a handwritten note would have melted my heart" Her eyes welled with tears.
"I have dreams of togetherness with you, Stan," she said. 
"We are 19 already and you couldn't find a job," she added.
"Julia, listen.," Stanley replied.
Julia was mad  at him. Not ready to give him another chance, she decided to leave him. Once bitten , twice shy! 
"You know I thought one day you would be famous and I would proudly call you mine." Julia continued.
"We will be," Stanley replied. 
"Shut up!" She said, brusquely and left the Cafe.
 Stanley sat there for a while. He thought that  like every time Julia would change her mind.  But he failed to realize that it was not in  her nature to bend 
The next morning, as usual, he was waiting for Julia at the St. Francis Church. Hours passed,  he never saw her. He visited her house. But she wasn't there. Months passed and he never saw her again. Memories of Julia had started to haunt him. Her absence started disturbing him.
"Real Fresh flowers with handwritten notes would have melted my heart," Her voice flashed on his mind. 
Looking at the little kids playing in the garden reminded him of his young days with Julia. They used to meet every day at the same park.
He observed two young couples, very much of his and Julia's age arguing with each other.  "Enough is Enough, Jack.Don't want to see you again," the girl screamed at the guy and left angrily. She  reminded him of Julia. Sooner, he followed her to her house. A few hours later, he purchased a bouquet containing fresh red roses. He wrote a note on it.
"I'm imperfect in a lot of ways but it's you who makes me perfect. I'm sorry for everything. :) Jack! "
He soon placed the flowers outside the girl's door and rang her door bell. He hid behind a tree and watched.  She picked up the flowers and read the  note. She smelled the fresh rose and smiled instantly.  The next day he visited  the same garden and he saw both of them cheerfully conversing with each other. That was when he realised that Julia was right. A fresh flower could melt any girls heart.  He decided to help people like this. And when it worked well, he thought of giving wings to this and setting up his own business.
"Flowers at the Door!" He set up a shop outside his house. He started planting roses in his backyard. He distributed pamphlets in his locality informing everyone about his new business.
"Delivering Fresh flower bouquets across Jacksonville. Fresh flowers can melt anyone's heart. Ready to serve and unite bonds." The Note on the pamphlet read.
One fine afternoon, he was whiling away time at his shop waiting for his first customer. It was hoping against hope and he wasn't even sure if this would work.  It was that moment when he got a call on his landline phone.  It was his first order.
"Stan here from the Flowers at the Door. How may I help you?"
"Listen man. My girlfriend is mad at me. I want you to help me out. Just deliver some fresh red roses at her house with a personalised message," said the voice.
"Sir, any specific message for her?" Stanley asked.
"Anything that you wish,"  said the voice. Stanley noted the girls address.
He soon plucked some flowers from his backyard and arranged them neatly in to a bouquet. He wrote a nice message on a card for her. At 5 PM, he delivered his first order. Two hours, later he got a call from the same customer. 
"Stan, man, you are simply awesome.She is impressed." said the person. The guy arrived at Stanley's flower shop and handed him $30. It was his first earning. 
The news of his shop and his services spread like a wildfire. People started appreciating his work. 'Flowers at the Door' got famous. He started cultivating seasonal flowers and his business got to a next level.  During this moment of joy, he started missing Julia badly.  She was the sole reason behind this. Her words had inspired him to start this. Something that started as an experiment was growing to a full-fledged business. He started generating great revenues out of it. He hired few people to assist him. He, later on, set up branches in Texas. And eventually 'Flowers at the Door' saw itself scattering across the United States. 
Years passed. He worked on improving his business model. Luckily, he had great minds working for him.  He expanded his business to Europe and Asia.  He was shortlisted for the Young Entrepreneur award.  Stanley grew more popular with time.  His company worth increased to $ 1.5 Billion. 
At 45, he was already in the top 50 richest men list by Forbes Magazine.  But even during his busy schedule, he never stopped thinking about his first love, Julia.  During the month of October, Stanley was invited for the International Business Summit to be held at Brussels that would be graced by the presence of  various Businessmen of famous enterprises across the Globe. 
It was a balmy Saturday afternoon, Stanley was escorted to the Hilton International hotel at Brussels where the event was to be held.  He was awarded with a special award at the Summit.  Sooner, he was interviewed  by a  famous BBC news reporter Cristina Baxley.
"Mr. Stanley Watson, did you ever think that you would reach this far?" the interview asked Stanley.
"To be honest, I never thought. At 19, I was tagged useless by my girlfriend who later ditched me." he replied.
"Oh! that must have been rude," she said and continued, "Didn't you make any attempts of reconcillation ?"
"Not just once, there wasn't a single day when I had not visit her house."  Stanley replied and continued, "It used to remain locked."
"Mr. Watson, that's tragic. I understand how difficult it must have been to lose your first love like that."
"Exactly,"  Stanley replied. "Miss. Cristina, the worst part is that I don't know if she is alive or dead. What I am today is all because of her. I owe everything to her. You all know me as a billionaire and a philantrophist Stanely Watson, but her memories haunt me." 
"Why didn't you move on?" Cristina, the BBC interviewed asked Stanley.
"No one loved me so madly like her.  Perhaps I was addicted to her. She was a drug to me." Stanley replied.
"How did you go about with this Flowers at the Door thing?" she asked curiously.
"It's a funny story. It was my attempt to unite two individuals who loved each other. I placed a handwritten note  along with some fresh roses outside the girls house."
"Then.." she asked.
"Then.. it worked. An idea struck me and I created a garden outside my house and then came my first order,"he continued.
"With time we decided to expand our business.  The best thing was people loved us," he said.
"That must be a great motivation to you, no," she said, smilingly.
"Off course it was. People used to write mails and call us informing how much they liked Flowers at the Door. We got some many client testimonials" 
Cristina Baxley smiled at Stanley.
"Mr. Watson, we wish you all the best. We wish that your lady love watches this interview and gets back to you."  she said.
"Thanks Cristina." He said," I'm unsure if I would ever meet Julia again. Anyways Thanks!" 
He soon left for his hotel room. That night he couldn't sleep properly. There was something that was disturbing him.  
"Julia , forgive me baby.." he murmurred as his eyes closed shut.
"I miss youuuuuuuuuuu........Jul..liaaaa....."
The next morning he took the first flight to Texas.  He freshened up and left for his office. He was a workaholic and everyone was aware of his love for his Company.
He started reviewing the mobile application design with his Engineers. 
"Mr. Watson, there is an order from someone called Julia Stewarts," the store manager hurriedly came and interrupted Stanley during his meeting. 
Stanley's heart almost stopped beating. He quickly rushed to his computer and checked the order number.
"I want you to deliver fresh Roses to your boss. Tell him I am alive and I  still miss him." Reading that his lips curved into a smile. 
He made a note of her address that was stored in the database. Sooner, he collected some fresh red roses from his garden and created a bouquet. "Missed you , Julia. No words could express my feelings. I miss you and I'm happy you are back. Love you!"  He wrote a note. 
He wore a dapper outfit. He drove his car to Julia's home and placed the flowers outside her door and rang the door bell.
He hid behind the tree and was waiting for Julia.
Julia opened the door and  located the flower boquet lying on the floor.  He smiled as she read the note. She knew it was Stanley.
Julia looked beautiful even at 45.
"Stan, Is it you?" she asked curiously.
Stanley appeared in front of her. 
"Stanley.."
"Julia."
"You've grown into  a smart and handsome man," she said," Come in!"
Stanley sat on the couch and looked at her. 
"Why did you leave me, Julia?"  Stanley asked.
"Somethings are best unsaid.  One week later ,I had come to inform you that I would be travelling to North Carolina to live with my Aunt Suzzana."  she said.
She cleared her throat and continued, " But I couldn't find you.  I even visited the Garden where we used to sit for hours and talk. You were missing." 
Stanley smiled. "No power can now separate both of us now." he said," You  were right?"
"Right about what?" Julia asked.
"Girls do love fresh flowers. It melts their heart."he said," Thats how my business survived."
"Thats true Mr. Stanley Watson, the philantrophist Billionaire," she said ,winking at him.
"I have heard about Flowers at the Door but never knew it was yours until I saw your interview with Cristina Baxley,"she said.
"I love you Julia!" Stanley said and their lips locked.
"You snapped me when I told you that one day I would be famous and you would be proud of me," Stanley said.
"Yes, Stanley, you are mine and I am so happy that we are together.So proud!" She kissed him passionately.

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Sunday, August 28, 2016

From the Diary of a 21 year Old!


First , Read   "From the Diary of a 16 year old!" before reading this post.

Dear God, 

I remember I wrote a letter to you in 2011 addressing my sorry state. It was a horrendous experience and feelings that  bring tears into my eyes. I was 16 then and Doctors seldom knew anything about this rarely found disease for it also had a poor prognosis. But you made me never lose my faith in you. I had turned bland at my own sufferings. You are the supreme power that binds everyone and your sole job is to keep your children happy. Several times, I used to be angry because you gave no heed to my prayers.I'm 21 now and life is horrendous even now. I have grown stronger and stronger day by day. I am not confined to a wheelchair now and my limbs have grown stronger. I no longer hear the babel of voices behind me. But I was used to all this. Life has veered out drastically in the last 5 years.

I no longer feel bad looking at those who studied with me. Some of them are doing their Engineering, while some have excelled in different fields. I am happy with myself because I'm doing what I am good at. Creativity is something that  gives me happiness. It instils a ray of hope in me. Life is harsh but now I realise that it is not that harsh like I had expected it. Everyone has an untold story that no one wants to share or narrate to anyone. That story is the secret that beholds them. My parents tell me that you write a story in everyone's life and that story is how your life shapes up eventually. So I got to be happy with whatever you have given me. Sometimes melancholia haunts me and grips me terribly but I learned that it would be more miserable to curse my own plight. 

The United States and the European Union are spending too much money on the research for the Pomple Disease and I am sure someday the cure will be available for this. I still see myself as a once whimsical kid put to test. But I feel I have been successfully passing all those tests. I still hate it when  I see a large ensemble of people bewailing at my sorrowful condition. But I'm special. I've grown more hopeful for I have started to live the normal life. My hope for existence once seemed fizzled but I am happy I don't feel such.  My Cervix still hurts me but I don't care at all. I have learned to live with the pain.I have  a wonderful doctor whom I think to be your best angel whom you have sent to advise and help me. I no longer feel jinxed. But I still ask you the same question that you asked me 5 years back - Will you efface all my sorrows and get me back to normal like how I used to be 10 years back? I remember writing a poem expressing my state of mind.

"I jostled against the tide of time,
nothing is left in the journey of life.

things were thought differently,
never meant to go in such hurry.

I bleed to death with the appalling pain,
fighting to the last for what I have not gained.

Is this what is stored in my destiny,
half way through my life's journey.

expected so many avenues on the way,
but ended up like a seamless castaway"

I am glad I no longer feel the same. Even now I'm longing for the day when I will smile without any fear. I am quite hopeful that that day isn't far. You are my only hope, You are my messiah, You are my Supreme Power, You are my everything. I am happy to have an amazing family who has always stood by my side during my difficult times. These words are not random ramblings but my current state of mind. This disease has prevented me  but it won't defeat me from doing what I dreamt of! My mother always used to say that When God closes all door from my life, he keeps an invisible door for you that he would reveal at some point in time. I am still in pursuit of that insivible door. I am quite sure you will resolve all the problems in my life. I have surrendered myself to you. I will always obey your words and despite all the sufferings, I trust you. I have never given up on you. I promise I have never been bad to my family.  Bree has grown up to be a beautiful girl and is brimming with mighty confidence day by day. Lots of Hugs, Love and Kisses to you, O dear God!

Love,
Emily

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PS  - I planned to write this post many years back but I had completely forgotten about this. This holds a special place in my heart. I am glad that I was able to finish this unfinished story that has been sleeping in my drafts for ages :) 
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Sunday, March 13, 2016

If I had a Time Machine

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Time machine is a machine that's capable of transporting a human being in future as well as the past. There are many movies that have adopted this theme and they have worked well. Think for a bit and imagine if anything as such is constructed in mere future. Wouldn't that be amazing. But it is practically impossible! That's  not going to happen. That defies science. 

Suppose if I had a time machine. What all will I do? You might be interested in knowing. I have always been an admirer of science and Vedic Astrology. In the last few  Indian Science Congress conferences held in Mysore and Mumbai, what we saw  and heard was astonishing for many.  Many argued why such elements were allowed to present their papers in the esteemed  Science Congress. Many even termed it as an Indian Astrology Circus for  jumbling Mythology and Science. This amalgamation of Science  and Mythology, many didn't approve of! Because  most of them lacked evidence. It is quite obvious that when you state something you should associate it with  correct evidence.

So by now you must have known what weed I'm going to smoke. Okay If I had a time machine I would definitely visit the time period that the Indian Scientists stated at the Indian Science Congress to know if they actually meant it or just cooked a fantasy story. 
So, let's get started. BJP MP Ramesh Pokhriyal Nishank of Haridwar constituency had made a statement that Lakhs of years ago an Indian sage Karnad had conducted a nuclear test. India is known to conduct a nuclear test in 1998 under the leadership of Shri ABV and AJP. 
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So I will first clock the Time machine to transport me to a period where Sage Karnad lived. I will talk to him and make recordings of his Experiment where he was said to have conducted Nuclear Tests. I will have a nice tete-a-tete with him and talk about his experiences. I will collect  as many pieces of evidence as I could if he really conducted those nuclear Tests. 

During the inauguration of a Reliance Hospital in Mumbai last year, Our Honorable Prime Minister had mentioned that Karna of Mahabharat was born out of his Mothers womb citing that Genetic Engineering existed in that ancient period. Urging the need to have enhanced technology Modi had said that but to actually be sure of this I would like to travel to the Mahabharat era and enquire about Karna's birth with the help of the time machine. I will ask people from those areas and ask family members of the subject to grab details about if Genetic Engineering really worked in those days. 

During the same event, Modi Ji said that Plastic Surgery happened in India for the first time.  The same was mentioned by Kiran Naik in an interview and said that heated sugar was used in the plastic surgery to affix Lord Ganesha's Elephant head  to a Human Torso.  I would transport myself to that period with the help of the time machine. I would  actually witness the surgery and record it. I would talk to the Lord himself and again collect evidence. I wouldn't prefer our Politicians making fun of Hindu Idols for cheap vote gain. But if that really happened then would record all those and bring it back to our current era. 

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I would then go back to 1000 years and meet Mr. Baudhayana and talk to him more about the Theorem that he invented. Many Vedic gurus and Union Minister Harshavardhan claimed that he had written Phytogoras theorem long before Mr. Phythagoras of Greece wrote it. The entire Western Scientist Community is laughing at us for such statements. So it's obvious that I would bring shreds of evidence from past if that actually happened. I will talk to Mr. Baudhayana and ask about it. If he actually did it and if he did then I would fast forward to Greece and meet Mr. Pythagoras and talk to him about this and inform him that  what he created actually was an Indian's creation and he can't do anything like that.  Only if Baudhayana invented that much before Pythagoras. We Indians wouldn't like the Greeks to take credit of what belongs to us. But that's history. People would laugh at  us if we claim all that now. 
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Kiran Naik also mentioned that during the Mahabharat wars helmet was used on Mars. During the wars, there was a chase from Earth to the moon and then to mars where  a king attacked his rival breaking his helmet. So it indicates that helmets were used during  the Vedic era on Mars.  So you know where I would be moving next.  I guess Star Wars movie must have been inspired by this event. 

Former pilot Anand Bodas made a claim that others found to be a bizarre claim. He said that Maharishi Bhardwaj of 1500 BC  had laid guidelines how to fly aeroplanes and said that during those days aeroplanes would not only fly between countries, in fact, they would fly between galaxies and planets. And those planes would be too huge powered by 40 Engines. He also mentioned that such planes not only moved in forward directions but moved backwards as well. So I would travel to those days and record the aeroplanes flying between planets and, in fact, experience by sitting in one of them and click photos of Earth, Venus, Jupiter - my Birth planet.  A perfect Star Wars experience! As per Mr.Bodas claims, Aviation technology existed in India in 7000 BC. Isn't that amazing? I would find that by travelling to that age. 

But only if I had a Time Machine! Alas, I don't have one. :( 
No one would accept Claims without Evidence.  The entire science community would make fun of you if you try to interpolate mythology, fantasy, fiction and science. They would think that you are cooking a good fantasy story.
You need to produce perfect evidence for things that we want to prove right. As an analyst, the evidence is important! 

We all could buy those points  only if we had documented proof. Because Science works on evidence. And I wish I had a Time Machine. 
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Saturday, January 31, 2015

Because I said so!

Because I said so!
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Constantly changing last minute Functional Requirements, Approaching Deadlines, Tight Timelines, Tedious Documentation work, Blurry Vision and endless mugs of Coffee. Life summed in one line.

Non adherence to quality standards, non conformance to requirements, less testing period! How can you assure quality in such a case? Not every Engineer in IT world is a Batman! A product delivered with bad quality will come back and hit the management hard which in turn would hit back at ground level that comprises the code coolies and the quality mongers.  The boss will look towards you emphatically as you make a puppy face at him, crocodile tears streaming down your cheeks. His heart won’t melt! Making big promises is Okay in this nation of Billions! People elect you when you make tall promises for power but the same people will pelt stones and eggs at you if you don’t fulfill it! This is not new to this part of the world. Same is in the IT world! Any product that breaks at the client site will return back to you in form of atom bombs. Your manager and your senior management will seem hooligans to you. You would witness the other side of their face. Learn to say No! If you don’t know to say No, then remain silent. Silence implies  agreement!? Who said it? They say it wrong! It’s like a boomerang – you throw something, it returns back to you! You do it to impress them and certainly one day it will hit you hard and you would fall drastically and no one would be there to help you! You will have to stand all by yourself! The King of good times will make your life difficult!

Think twice before committing to anything! Never succumb to pressure and say yes to everything without thinking! It will make you regret at some point later and life would be miserable. Don’t think of momentary happiness, thing of long term pleasure. Think rationally, logically!  Because I said so!

Saturday, October 18, 2014

The winter is coming

The winter is coming


“The winter is coming,” said the man in dapper outfit, dressed in a smart blazer and a wayfarer.
After no response for few minutes, he uttered those words once again.  
“5 Kg Cocaine!”  He said.
“But it’s still monsoon!” I said and raised my gun.

There was deafening silence for a while as  cops surrounded him.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.