Confessions of an Online Junkie !!!

As my mind squabbles i realize that the frequency of the thoughts gushing out is relatively high when compared to that of a normal instant,i wonder how i can put an end to this tug of war going on in my mind.Well that isn't something new to an online junkie like me.Yes I'm a big time online junkie and I'm really proud about it,most of us are i suppose.Now an online junkie like me is always active (well that is an understatement) over the Internet,which of course includes the hours slogged at work..trying to find something new..downloading stuff..Finding stuff about someone a.k.a playing the Scotland Yard,my Mum keeps reminding me that i should make it a part time profession (Chuckles !!) The fact which i wanted to focus in this blog is that when

i was busy browsing..swimming..ripping the Internet world apart i came across certain new forums,ones that are rapidly gaining popularity - the confessions/proposals page. 

The confessions page i believe was started as some kind of an open forum where people could voice their opinion boldly without revealing their identity,ironically it is some kind of an anonymous platform.This went on from Colorado and spread all over the world..there is even a confessions page named after the school i studied in wherein most of the stuff i find are hilarious,such a time pass during brainstorming moments.

Another kind of a confession page is the Proposals page  where people can easily reveal the secret admirer quality of theirs.Although this was really funny in the beginning these days it is turning out into some kind of a matrimony page,it would give the leading matrimony sites of India a run for their money.It indicates that every damsel and knight is in search of each other. People not only post their interest in some other person but they also post all their personal details right from the occupation of the parents to the colour of the latest handkerchief.People who have just finished school,college,ones who are working etc post that they are in need of a relationship,displaying a list of requirements which is indeed pathetic.not that am against such stuff but aren't they supposed to try these stuff with people around them..perhaps an high school crush?These stuff have taken desperation to a really new level. I find people frantically in search of a partner,whatever happened to the concept of falling in love ( I admit..i read hell lot of Chick-lit !!!!) ??? Or getting to know someone in real - flesh and soul.I sadly find many of my friends active in such pages which makes me wonder why they are in such a hurry to make such things happen, shouldn't things happen on its own? 

If sleeping beauty was imposed to such a state then she would have been sleeping for the rest of her life since prince charming would have been busy finding his princess in the proposals page.Maybe Archie Andrews would have put an end to his love triangle by finding someone else other than Betty and Veronica or i wonder how the famous Twilight would have ended...Edward would have posted- hi am a vampire male who is drop dead gorgeous..i can fly and i never sleep..female vampires who can match my looks are free to ping me..Maybe Twilight would have escaped all that trolling after all !!

I cant believe i have made this blog post of mine sound so serious but i cant help but to post this,maybe its the highest degree of annoyance. It indeed is so lame when people post things like - am 20..so and so person..i know this i like that so whoever is interested contact me.I wonder where the art of making friends has gone to,these days the virtual interaction is fast replacing the physical one and who knows maybe it would become extinct in a while.Well now that i have emptied the pot it is dedication time and i wish to dedicate this blog to all the poor souls out there who are actively participating in this mode of communication..its high time they wake up !!! 

How good Are You !!!

"Ideas come from somewhere.People don't come up with these ideas from nowhere. Something triggers your thoughts" - Lazaro Hernandez 
The quoted lines are kind of true in my case,especially this post.I was really planning to write a new post after the debacle of my previous one. The task was quite hard..either i had a good idea and my flow was pathetic or the idea was a fiasco and my writing skills was totally good. Well now something happened and i suppose the frequencies have matched. That was due to the trigger which occurred that made my mind ticking.

It was when this particular person asked me 'how good a writer are you' for which i replied 'i shouldn't be bragging about myself'.The conversation drifted elsewhere but the thought kept hovering which made me realize what is wrong in bragging about oneself. Of course some people i know would not feel the same way which is why i define them as 'obnoxious snobs'.But now i realize why do we feel that way about certain people,is it because they spoke too much about themselves that it made us jealous or is it 'baihua or the empty talk'.

Me being a self obsessed person (yes i admit!!) realized that there is a thin line between bragging and empty talk.Obviously too much of bragging isn't really acceptable by anyone.But then another question pops up,what about the quality called modesty or being modest.Now modesty and modest are two totally different scenarios.A person who is modest doesn't want to draw attention where as the person who is succumbed to modesty is just termed as shy.Now let me stop sounding like some document from Google. I really am sort of deviating ain't i?!!

So my question is that is it really that bad to brag although it varies with situations,like for instance a person should surely blow their own trumpet in an interview.I myself have done that..everyone does which is of course the corporate term for confidence.But why is it that we hesitate to do it with strangers or someone whom we just acquaint with.Is it really that bad to tell them 'yes am really good at this'.The ME factor should be high at all stakes. That was what i realized..if we really want to show people that we are good at something we should speak up for ourselves and then of course make it happen!! 

Its not bragging if you can back it up !! Finally i would dedicate this post for that particular person who made me write it !!!

The illusion busters !!!

               Yay so the birth of the new year just happened and with people resembling Taio Cruz's song i decided to pen down the thoughts which have been gnawing my mind for quite a while. I'm happy to announce that i have successfully maintained my last year's resolution to quite a greater extent, although i haven't devised any resolutions for this year. Anyway this isn't going to be another post on resolutions,since am almost done with that topic i decided to write this post on something which i have been observing for a couple of months..something that disturbed me to an extent.Well it isn't about the popular Delhi rape case or similar stories. I decided i shouldn't write about that since it is the much talked (hyped) about subject.

                Now from where do i begin..i have always had issues with beginning my post or rather opening up the topic since the thoughts keep flowing at a greater velocity in my mind.Most of us would have heard about Brahmanism.I'm not referring to the creative aspect but to that of the religious side.A Brahman refers to the term supreme self or rather that's what i came across while reading an article.The ancient theories have defined us brahmins as supreme not that is a bit barbaric but then the reason for it was stated that the most intelligent people came from this part of the group,hypocrisy isn't it. Well it is not especially in those days.

                            There were many reasons for that statement,i'm not going to mention those in this blog post. Things in the ancient period were defined for a cause,more of a reason for which it was followed that way. But as time passed people started following it blindly and there were various versions according to their comfort level.Sadly the essence is missing these days.The way things were practised is being seriously ignored by the gen y or x or whatever.I find lot of people scoffing off the practises,mocking at it while the entire world brands them as being a Brahman. It is like they are frantically trying to move away from the originality and trying to affix themselves to the other type of living and in the end sadly they are neither here nor there. Of course this is 21st century and we having conquered the so called doomsday - 21st DEC(I'm still trying to find the person who created the sun tsunami theory..lol !! )the religious beliefs are meaningless.

                                But then sadly i find that we brahmins are the only ones who are scoffing at out religious theories whereas i find the people of other religion (Islamic..Christianity..Buddhism etc) sticking on to their practises no matter where they are.This was seriously disturbing since i found many people in the past few weeks laughing at Brahmanism..making us appear like fools which is seriously pathetic.This has lead to various conclusions about the rest of the people due to the presumptuous nature of the society.On one side i find fellow brahmins mocking at us and on the other side i find the rest of the world mocking at Brahmanism which leads to a conclusion that we are eventually being ridiculed.

                         I wonder what made me convert this post into a very serious one but i wasn't able to help it but to pour down the thoughts.Hope the new year brings about some changes !!!

Gently Falls The Bakula

Its been a long time since i wrote a book review and the reason was that i was stuck in the complexity as to which book to write about.In came the surprise and the perfect solution to my confusion - 'Gently falls the bakula' by Sudha Murthy ,the wife of the famous Narayana Murthy of Infosys and one of the board of directors of the organization (well i guess who doesn't know it). Okay now this books isn't about gardening although i wouldn't have minded if it was but then as usual the title of the book was misleading (poor me).

                          The bakula is supposed to be an ancient and sacred flower well known for its fragrance. According to the author it is profound in the northern parts of Karnataka.The story revolves around two people who share a bakula tree since childhood and how it unites them in spite of the odds like family feuds,ego clashes etc.But the story doesn't end there though and that's where the author creates a twist.

                         Shrimathi and Srikanth belong to two different families famous for their feud. Shrimathi being the smarter or rather the intelligent one excels Srikanth not only in the history essay competition but also in the board exams and becomes the state topper and him getting the second rank in the state.She chooses history as the major and he chooses science and since they ended up choosing different paths and wouldn't have to compete with each other anymore they decide to be friends (wonder what would have happened if both of them had chosen the same stream).

                      Time flies and so does the intensity of their relationship and they end up marrying. Shrimathi being portrayed as a calm and down to earth person bears the kind of treatment given by her in laws and sacrificing her love for history for the love she has for her husband she drops the idea of doing a PhD and moves to Mumbai with him.

                Yes the fellow is in the IT field and i don't have to elaborate on that since most of us know how it is to be in this field. Srikanth's focus on career is inversely proportional to that on his wife and soon he becomes the general manager (the author covers 10yrs in 2-3 chapters..not bad though) of the organization.Shrimathi having had enough is tormented and embraces her love for history leaving her workaholic husband behind and him not paying much attention to it.

                     I loved the book for few reasons..one being the fact that the moral is so very oxymoronic - give your ambition the first priority /never compromise on your loved ones for your dreams.The other being the way the author had described the various historical facts of our country (the lady has truly made a great deal of research).Now for the bloopers, the story was so very sober.It had an abrupt end and lagged logic.Of course considering the fact that the book was a translated one maybe it had failed to convey whatever it had wanted to convey.I have mentioned the entire story in the blog unlike my previous ones since i really didn't feel like recommending the book although it isn't that bad or maybe i felt that way since this is the third time I'm reading a book by an Indian author (no offenses meant) and it really wasn't up to the mark.

                  Finally i would like to dedicate this post to that friend of mine who surprised me on my birthday with this book. Thank you Arjun for making my day and also for the silent message which reminded me not to lose out interest on my passions no matter what !!! Gently falls the bakula - not as fragrant as the bakula but worth the read !!!

That awkward moment !!!

             The title of this post is really a famous one,thanks to facebook. But then i really couldnt help but implement it as a title since it is so very apt to the experience i encountered.So i just finished a long vacation and with the effect lingering around i thought of sharing a funny incident that happend to me.

                      Most of us know the cultural differences between that of our country and the others. Although globalization has changed most of the practises there are quite a few which has remaind the same.Well let me stop this boring rationalism.This post is about my travel to Singapore.Now i mentioned about globalisation since the airway in which we commuted offered people complimentary drinks.Not the h2o but the hydroxyl - CH3CH2OH (thanks to organic chemistry).Ahh yes this is such a common thing,especially these days but still it was quite unusual for us(since it was our first trip abroad). 

                   So when the air hostess announced that the passengers would be offered complimentary drinks jubliation arose from most parts of the cabin.Me being busy shooting pics (well yeah even in the cabin too) kept my listening skills at bay and wondered the reason for the hushes that appeared suddenly.The realisation stuck when i saw the air hostess bringing the trolley with peculiar bottles in it.

                           Being a non alcoholic person i didnt show much interest to the stuff that was being brought and i continued with my photo shooting process.Since i was sitting farthest (near the window) i was engrossed in cloud viewing. The air hostess brought the trolley newar our seat and my father who was sitting near the corridor mistook a green coloured Carlsberg tin as sprite and i was explaining him what it actually was and we were having a chat. Suddenly the air hostess asked me if i would like to have a whisky,when i refused her offer she asked me if i needed a Carlsberg and when i refused again she just gave me a smile and moved forward without paying attention to my parents ( not even a glance in their direction) which was when my mum pointed out that i was the only person who was asked the question among the three of us (myself,mum and dad).

                    History repeated itself on my way back to India..since my parents had already encountered the scene all the three of us ended up laughing after the air hostess left. Well that was one memorable flight journey alright !!!!!

Infinitesimally Impossible

The word infinitesimally although is a large one the meaning it conveys is something different. I came across this word while studying quantum physics at school. Quantum physics a subject which has fascinated me to every bits and it never ceases to fascinate me. Now let me stop the train of thoughts on QP since that is not the topic of this post (maybe i should write about it in the near future though).

                 This post is about my disability. Yes i do have one and a very common one. This disability would be shared by many other fellow human beings. It is something that i could find in my palm and unable to let it disintegrate since the absence of it shatters me.Well yes it is my very own phone. I have got so much attached to t that, instead of typing this post it about my disability i had typed this phone is about my disability and had to rewrite it.

                   The world is in our hands,thanks to the mobile phone.It is the second thing to which man gets addicted to (first thing being facebook). The device has helped us in so many instances although originally it was created only for talking now it is created in such a way that we wonder what is it that this thing cannot do. Well let me stop my essay on mobile devices right here. I get carried away way too much don't i ?!!

                  Okay so it's been almost twenty months since i became the owner of my darling phone and i must say am so very proud of owning it.Right from improving my multitasking abilities to making people envious by flaunting about it(laughs) and responding to my official mails in record time i literally grew up with this phone. It has become so very dear to me that am unable to bear the partition (now that's a sad story of mine).

                     I suppose most of the people would have gotten addicted to their phone,who wouldn't with the various features that is available. I fell into the same trap or rather the wormhole.Right from making calls,chatting with people,texting,downloading songs,listening to music i can do whatever i want and do it concurrently.Isn't that cool no wonder my TL calls me the walking wikipeda (i don't know where the connection lies).I hope they include the fastest qwerty typing or the maximum number of times a phone can be dropped contests in the next Olympics,i really have a chance of winning a medal for our country.

 

                      Now that my phone has crashed i really feel the disability to adapt myself with a not so wonderful phone.It is almost impossible to be without my phone.The essence of initiative is taking action and keeping that in mind i have taken steps to revive my long lost love. I hope i tend to be successful.

Bagging IT

Giving a pause to my book reviews am back with another post of mine. Sticking to the thought that i should write atleast one blog post per month is becoming a bit difficult, nevertheless i somehow end up writing one thanks to my saturday work schedule. Ahh yes i work on saturdays too..although most of my friends know about this now i get a chance to let the whole world know about it. 

                 This month july is really special to me. There are quite a few reasons for it but the best one is my relationship with the IT field. It was on the first day of this month exactly two years back, i had begun my career.I still remember the day very clearly(seems as though it was yesterday) and i wonder how time flew.It was and will always be one of the most important and cherished days of my life,the part of my life which helped me in learning more about myself." A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions"

                  As we grow we realise that many things learnt in the childhood becomes meaningless,I'm not quoting about education(ofcourse that's a different issue) but about the other things like the way we treat another person,the way we behave or treat another person due to which sustainability becomes a gruelling race.

                   I still remember the day when a senior at work asked me if i have entered 17th standard (summing up my years at school and college) just because i didnt know something which he knew. Ofcourse he was such a snob and at that instant two things dawned upon me..one that i was put in a barbaric land where any kinds of display of intelligence is stupidity unlimited and the second one being my notion to not treat my juniors in a similar way.Two years down the lane it occurred to me that people behave in such a way when they feel intimidated.They behave in such a way so that they can pull you down. Unfortunately this i realised, is the heart and soul of the IT industry. The grass looks greener on the other side of the fence which ultimately is a mirage.

                             True i really learnt a lot of things and my patience helped me a lot in various instances..i came across different types of people who both amused and annoyed me at the same time. A person once told me that we could never have friends at work place and at that juncture i found some ambiguity in the thing he told. But now there is a role reversal and i have ended up telling the same thing to many people.Period !!

                              Two years and three projects later i realise that i have fallen in love. Yes i mean it..i really am in love and it is so very profound that it brings tears to my eyes. The romance which i encounter makes me speechless at times (most of the time rather).I'm ending the usage of cliches here but i cant help it can i..i'm so very in love with my work, since i spend atleast 54 hours a week with it i'm one step behind addiction.This has crafted me into a workaholic which astounds me at times : who ME ? a Workaholic? since when ? Well it was since the moment i realised that i have fallen in love with the work i do..something that keeps me going on when everything else pulls me behind.

                         So here iam sitting at my workplace on a saturday afternoon not knowing whatever is going on in the outside world as iam binded with work..i understood that i am getting used to it irrespective of the aghast reactions i receive when i tell people that iam working on a saturday. Somehow it gives me a sense of pride since it helps in defining the new 'career-girl' ME.