No wonder why India falters in every Olympics. The 34th National Games is currently going on in Jharkhand. Sportsmen from all over the country are competing in 36 different disciplines of sports and yet there are no news in the air about them. Its quite ironic that people keep track of the New Zealand v/s Kenya 's World cup result but not many are aware that Richa Sharma has just bagged 11 Gold medals in swimming. Or for that matter, a tiny north-eastern state of Manipur is currently in the 2nd position just below the Services. I bet these athletes put the same hard-work if not more as that of our esteemed cricketers. Yet, they struggle to get attention even after hauling Gold medals after another. Is the worth of these medals lesser than that of the 'six' that the cricketers hit? I doubt.

Currently reading "The White Tiger - Aravind Adiga". I loved the way the book is being written - raw and sharp.

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Dreams don't make sense

An event that is a beginning; a first part or stage of subsequent events; origin; beginning; germination; prelude; cause; birth; outset; initiation;kickoff - that's INCEPTION for you and everyone is talking about this movie. Even after watching and reading every possible reviews and story about the movie, I still have some unanswered queries. Dreams don't make sense and the confusing ones are the best.And it takes a man of such calibre as Christopher Nolan to do it.


PS: I am going to see it again.

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Of some random thoughts and the 3-iron

My old Maths teacher used to say that the worst thing in life is the regret of something not done when you knew how to do it. Like finding out after the exam that you have left a question whose answer you knew pretty well. Like finding out that your deeds have not been what your heart says.

Btw, I have been watching some strange movies lately. One of them is the Korean movie :3-iron directed by Kim Ki duk. It revolves around a guy who breaks into empty houses whose owners have gone for vacation. He would stay in the house for few days. At the same time he would repay the cost of his stay by washing clothes , mending electronic gadgets, watering the garden etc.The movie does not have many dialogues but just gestures.You will find yourself asking a lot of questions - and realised that the director has succeded in portraying what he wanted without actually making a fuss!!

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Sometimes we suffer only to protect the invisible esteem. A software engineer spends the weekend over a silly bug as if he is solving the world's hunger problem. As if the world would come to an end if he didn't. And he writes the so called complex codes for those foreign clients for whom he is just another cheap labour.Such is one of life's many complications. Sometimes you can relate it to like watching "Pulp Fiction". We don't have to justify everything that we do.

PS:-
"No woman no cry" - Bob Marley. Hey buddy don't cry for you can't forget the past and the future is bright.

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Memories cannot be erased .When we want to forget, we over-write it and when we want to remember we re-write it.

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When you see your future in flesh and blood, you can't help but laugh. Many a times we see it but just ignored. Some years down the line, you would be doing the same thing that your "Boss" is doing now. Isn't this ironic? You would be doing something you don't always appreciate.But you can always prefer to do it your own way. BTW, I remember this beautiful quote, I wrote to someone wishing for good luck years ago. "Successful people don't do different things, they do things differently".

And you don't have to understand the language to appreciate good music. That's how I felt listening to this song "Pherari mon" from Antaheen.

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Of Democracy - my toe

Just 11 days of KCR's fast resulted to the talks for creation of another "state" ? How about the 10 years of Irom Sharmila's fast for the demand of withdrawal of (Armed Forces Special Power Act) AFSPA from Manipur[link]. And they say this is Democracy.

Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,

Pretending he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

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23:30 says the watch. Spent the whole day looking for the bug. Went to the nearby dhaba just to find that it has just closed minutes before. Shut down the machine to go home , then it happened that you have lost your bike key ......Nothing seems to be working the way I wanted. Very little can be done in such times. The best way is to let things happen and wait for your time.

PS:
Just felt like humming this song by Kishore Kumar:-
"Tum bin jawoon kahaan..... ki duniyaan mein aake, kuch na phir chaaha kabhi.... tumko chaahke ...."

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Goonja sa hai koi Iktara

Have been listening to this song for the past few days from the movie "Wake up Sid". Actually trying to understand its lyrics. The singer Kavita Seth has a very refreshing voice which makes the song really flowing.

Orey manva tu to bavra hai
Tu hi jaane tu kya sochta hai
Tu hi jaane tu kya sochta hai bavre
Kyun dikhaye sapne tu sote jaagte

Jo barse sapne boond boond
Nainon ko moond moond
(Nainon ko moond moond)
Jo barse sapne boond boond
Nainon ko moond moond
Kaise main chaloon, dekh na sakoon
Anjaane raastein

Gunjasa hai koi iktara iktara, gunjasa hai koi iktara
Gunjasa hai koi iktara iktara, gunjasa hai koi iktara
Dheeme bole koi iktara iktara, dheeme bole koi iktara
Gunjasa hai koi iktara iktara, gunjasa hai koi iktara

Sun rahi hoon sudh budh khoke koi main kahani
Poori kahani hai kya kise hai pata
Main to kisiki hoke yeh bhi na jaani
Ruth hai ye do pal ki ya rehgi sada
(kise hai pata… kise hai pata)

Jo barse sapne boond boond
Nainon ko moond moond
(Nainon ko moond moond)
Jo barse sapne boond boond
Nainon ko moond moond
Kaise main chaloon, dekh na sakoon
Anjaane raastein

Gunjasa hai koi iktara iktara, gunjasa hai koi iktara
Gunjasa hai koi iktara iktara, gunjasa hai koi iktara
Dheeme bole koi iktara iktara, dheeme bole koi iktara
Gunjasa hai koi iktara iktara, gunjasa hai koi iktara

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Using my basic Hindi,would like to put my understanding to the meaning of this song and what it wanted to convey:-

"Mann" or the human mind is uncontrollable. It tries to stray to unknown places and paths. It shows distant dreams by making the eyes closed (moond - moond). How am I going to follow the way with the eyes closed? As if listening to a story unconciously, without really following it. As if I belong to someone without knowing if the moment is just for two seconds or for ever. "Iktara" would be "Ek Tara" i.e "One string" instrument which is humming or being played very slowly distantly which tries to say something which is not very clear. Only the "mind" can undertand what it wanted to say.

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Of Magic ... not again

Why is it that people always expect magic again and again. The same thing happened to Bilbo Baggins of the Shire in "Hobbit". He helped the dwarves on one occasion, it then becomes his responsibily to do so thereafter. Once you help someone you are expected to do the same again and again. That is what you called raising your own standards. Is this the same as "cutting your own legs?". Maybe or may not be.

Well, coming to the point of cutting your own legs, Manipur has outdone many such things. How can you expect the students from this state to compete with the other students in the country when the schools are forced to close for more than a month. What would be its adverse affect?

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Had an off day at office yesterday due to failure in a link connecting the customer's site. Sometimes an unplanned holiday is relished with utmost joy. I remember those numerous occasion when the school has to be closed for those many reasons (read strikes and Bandhs). We were children then.

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'The Square Root of Three'

"I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,

Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed"
-David Feinberg

~Its a poem from the movie Harold and Kumar -Escape from Guantanamo Bay.

P.S.- irrational ideas can do wonders. You cannot have a logic or a reason behind everything you do. Sometimes its necessary to be irrational.It helps.

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Where is my Cheese??

Many a times, things does not turned out as you would have expected. You suddenly felt deserted and tired. You start asking questions that you don't deserve to be in the situation you are in. As I was wondering why things are not happening the way it should have been, I found the book "Who moved my Cheese " written by Dr. Spencer Johnson. There are lot of fundas which we can apply in our lives. Things do change and with change comes some sweet and bitter things. Sometimes we hate the change b'coz we fear to come out of the comfort zones we are living in. We should seek for the new Cheese and it is always good to come out of something bad as soon as possible. We should learn to move on with the old Cheese .Yup!! I m ready to look for the new Cheese yet again coz I knew how it would taste.
I have again started reading "LOTR"- it has always inspired me. Whenever I thought of the journey that Frodo took up, I always felt like I' m with him like the ever ready fatty Sam, Pippin and Merry. This particular lines always gives me hope and light-

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet,
And whither then? I cannot say.
-JRR Tolkien

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We were boys then.....

Yesterday, one of my old school friend called me and asked "Bhai! can you tell me the tune of opening line of the song Deewana leke aaya hai.. dil ka tarana". I sang the song for him over the phone. He said he was trying to get the sur for quite long time and finally decided to ring me up. He said thanks and kept the phone. This thing killed me.

Years back when we were in school, we decided we would become music composers. We would write songs, compose and sing by our own. I remember we even wrote few songs and made the tunes. We even decided to name the Company - taking the starting and ending letters of our names. Those were dreams that remain untouched and unchased. There were no boundaries or height to our ambitions. Our minds and thoughts were uncorrupted. We thought, we could run miles without being tired. We were boys then.

One day we would be doing the things we have dreamt of. We would gather again and sing over Kishore Kumar's song(We religiously followed). We would re-discover the Kishore Kumar in ourselves. And we would be boys again :)

From "Raat kali ek khwaab mein aayi" to "Ek ajnabi haseena se..", we would traverse to "Hum bewafa Hargiz na the.." then "Kora kagaz.." then "Ye dil na hota bechaara........."

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my turn

Many things to ponder
Decisions to be taken
Some in my hands
Others for the Almighty Lord
The beacon still shines
Only the distance is what matters
Two hands to grab and
two limbs to chase
eyes wide open but sleepy
tired from the pursuit for happiness
I ll come up
may be I m waiting for my turn
I m there, I guess
just for another turn

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Am I the Catcher in the Rye??

Its more than a year I m working. Its more than a year leaving the college. But I feel like it was jst yesterday. Strange!! ... I have accustomed to this life. A very familiar one these days- a Software Engineer's life. When I was growing up,the very thought of working in a metro city -far from my home, being independent etc used to kill me!! today it is a sad reality. But I m not very surprised ..

There are lots of phonies around as Holden Caulfield(JD Salinger's "The Catcher in the rye") would have said. I have learn to "hate" many things as I m growing. Earlier I never knew how to hate people, how to hate bad foods, how to hate bad songs. Do I sound sarcastic?? not yet I suppose. Now with the time I m learning many of these arts of hating things. But then I ve learn many things. Now I never complain, I have stopped arguing. I knew my mom would be very happy that I have stopped arguing. I always dig into some heated aruments with one or another. I use to argue even for the drop of my pencil!.. Now I ve changed a lot. I have learn to adapt as some very long theory in Biology would have it - theory of Adaptation. A chameleon changing his skin w.r.t the background etc, etc. But the truth is I m enjoying being among the PHONIES...

Sometimes I really feel sorry for those guys who don't have a home to live in. They got wet in the rain and they got burnt from the heat. But I envied them a lot. They never care if it was yesterday or today. they never keep a track of what they ate or what they will. They don't have to show a smile everytime they meet someone. They are always themselves all through the year.Those things knocks me out.

But I ve the comfort and safety. I knew I ll never sleep hungry. Thanks to those days and nights of hardworks. Thanks a ton for my mother's prayers and blessings. Thanks to my father for everything I learnt. Thanks to everyone for all those wonderful moments.

Its always my dream and my way to be "the catcher in the Rye". to catch someone from falling down the edge of the Hill. I ll follow my heart. I ll be the Catcher in the Rye...

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