Showing posts with label miscellaneous. Show all posts
Showing posts with label miscellaneous. Show all posts

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Happy 2009!

My ode to the new year... will some of these questions get answered? (hopeful)

Blowin' In The Wind

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
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.

Copyright ©1962; renewed 1990 Special Rider Music

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Ismail, you are doing a great job!

Eid Mubarak, all of you! I’ve been wanting to write for sometime now, but guess I’ve been overloaded with emotions, questions and just too much confusion in my mind.

But, while I sat to watch television y’day (which is a rare thing for me to do), I saw this news report on how a black Eid was celebrated across the nation. I saw celebrities who follow the Islamic faith criticize the recent Mumbai attacks; I heard repeatedly that the Holy Quran does not promote harmful acts, bloodshed or terrorism. I read messages of solidarity, peace and brotherhood on the television screen.

All this only reinforced my faith, the faith of being Indian. Not that of any cast, creed, community, religion or economic strata of the society, but of simply being Indian!

One word unites us: this was an email Natasha sent me last week

Last week, I was in Delhi meeting up with a group of bright entrepreneurs at a popular café in Connaught Place. The café was bustling with life, with many youngsters, tourists and families. The youngsters keeping tables and processing orders wore a welcoming smile as they went about their tasks.

Among them, I noticed one youngster who stood silently, alone in a corner. Wore a sad face, which screamed out “I don’t want to be here, let me go home”. But, I guess he had no choice, but to professionally go about his duties of keeping tables and processing orders. His colleagues spoke to him casually and he responded mechanically. Each time he had to interact with a customer or a customer looked at him, he got very conscious. He stood there covering his hand not to reveal his name tag!

I kept watching him, as I went about my meeting. I so wanted to walk up to him and ask him if I could help him in any way, what his troubles were and perhaps give him a “Jaadu Ki Jappi”. But, I just could not muster enough courage.

Finally, before I left the café. I happened to visit the restroom and on my way out, I crossed paths with him. I smiled at him, but he looked away. I noticed that his name tag read – Ismail.

As I walked out of the café I had tears in my eyes. I so wanted to tell him that it was not his fault that a certain group of people want to cause harm and destruction in this world! Just because he has a name that is similar to those who caused harm and destruction, he does not become one of them! I just could not go back to doing it. I did not want to hurt him more, if at all.

I’ve read a few events of people blaming the Islamic community in India after that incident. I have read of one instance where an airhostess was yelled and verbally abused at because of her name. I’d like to apologize on behalf of all those who may have reacted in helpless anger, without realizing what they were doing.

I am thankful to all those friends of mine who have made me what I am, among other things - a true proud Indian. And to all my friends who follow the Islamic faith – I love you all as much or more than I did before. You’ll are great human beings, many peace loving, many more creative than the rest! Thank you for being a part of my life!

Monday, September 01, 2008

Wake Up

A Poem by Harish Shanthikumar

When the road ends and mind unfolds,

The same tune echoes the stories untold,

You followed the Pied Piper blinded,

Wake up, you lost thy child in you


Convictions, prejudice and common sense

A claustrophobic black hole that you live in

Limiting your evolution

Wake up, its time to look within


Hallucination of reality

Deja vu of existence

Science defined by limitation of your senses

Wake up, look beyond thee.


An eye for an eye, yellow is yellow

You’ve been told

Is this the truth?

Wake up, nothing is what it seems


An expanding universe

With an abbreviating mind

In a state of cognitive dissonance

Wake up, to the higher dimension


In the quest for the absolute,

An eternal hunt for the truth

Resurrected cornerstone you need to comprehend

Wake up; it’s never too late to die

Monday, June 09, 2008

Kannada Play on 14th - 15th June

Associated Amateur Artists (AAA) is one organization that stands testimonial to the passion for the arts. Year after year, this over 3 decade organization fights all odds to achieve one goal - theater, good theater!

AAA presents the play BIDEE NAANU DEVARAGIRABALLEY
The details of the play are as below:
Play: BIDEE NAANU DEVARAGIRABALLEY (Let be, let me remain as The God)
Date: 14T & 15TH OF JUNE at 6.45 PM
Venue: H N Kalakshetra (National College, Jayanagar)
Playwrite: Mr. N C Mahesh (lecturer, National college Basavanagudi)
This play won the first prize in Prof B C Memorial playwrite competition organised by Suchitra Kalalendra

Language: Kannada
Director: Sri. Hiriannaiah Haranahalli (Well known artiste in Kannada industry)
Music: Mr. SHASHIDHAR KOTE (Well known musician)
Dance Choreographed by: Mrs Deepa Narayan (well known TV Artiste)
Tickets: Rs 50.00

OUR NEXT PRODUCTION LATE TP KAILASAM'S 'SOOLAY'

AAA IS ALSO LOOKING FOR THEATER ENTHUSIASTS. IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN ACTING, DIRECTION, BACKSTAGE, LIGHTING MAKEUP... ANYTHING THEATER... PLS CONTACT US

Contact:

Miss Akhila H : 9880277470

Mr. Arun Rao: 9900107090

Monday, May 26, 2008

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Shoes - Variety Shoes!

Shoes they come in shapes, sizes, costs and by the feet that wear them... here are some i clicked during the Valentine's day part at Seventymm (www.seventymm.com) where i work.

The Crocodile skinned, the regular hardworking ones, the semi-formals


The writer types (Left), kurtapyjama-sandals kind (Top)





Mixed bag...err, shoes...pointed, beads, embroidery, stringed...

A full foot circle...round and round, around the world!
What's your foot story?

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Reinforces faith in mankind!

This is an incident that happened to us recently. My partner lost his phone in the middle of a rainy night in front of our office, sometime mid-July. We went back scanning the streets, but couldn’t find it. We called the number, it was unreachable. I messaged the number asking anyone who finds it to call back my number with a received receipt.

Though this phone was a very basic CDMA handset, it was important we get it back as it had a whole lot of important contacts in it.

I sent a few SMSs with delivery acknowledgement with the following text: Please call this number back to return the phone. Caller will be rewarded Rs. 500. Please return the phone. We waited for a few days and gave up since I got no delivery acknowledgement, nor did we hear from anyone. And so life went on… it used to get a little sore when we couldn’t find a number to call handy or when you had some work and we knew that One number in the phone book would help us. But, life went on nonetheless….

One afternoon, I was busy with work. The phone rang and I engrossed in work said a rather mundane “hello” and I was startled to complete consciousness when I heard a young girl on the other end speak with me in Kannada. Then I realized that I had seen my partner’s name flashing on the screen … I was confused, my mind filled with questions and curiosity....

The girl on the other end flooded me with questions too: “Who are you?” “Where are “Where are you?” “Is this your phone, you’ve lost?” and So on…. I answered a few of her questions, but my curiosity took over soon. When I started questioning her… like a typical filmy suspense, the phone line dropped. I tried calling a few times, but she did not lift the phone. Now, my mind was pacing fast figuring who it could be, what did that kid want, so on… Finally after a few attempts, the girl answered the call. Now I flooded her with my questions – she asked me to contact her father and gave me his number.

I immediately called the father. Srinivas answered the call. I introduced myself and spoke to him of the lost phone. On hearing this, Srinivas’ tone changed to the one with concern and worry. He said, I have been trying hard to contact you, but haven’t been. “Your phone did not have any charge and none of us at home use this handset. So I borrowed a charger from a friend yesterday and charged the battery last evening.”

When I asked him where he got the phone, he said, “I am a driver with a travels near Igate office, that night when it was raining, I happen to get the airport to gandhi bazaar route. I hardly do that route. When I had dropped the person and coming back I saw something shining in the middle of the road. I stopped my car, got off to check what it is. It was your phone; it had opened up in 3 pieces on the road. There was no one on the street for me to check with, so I picked it up, put it together to find out and call someone, but I never started. The battery was dead. So I got it home, and ever since I have been looking to contact you.”

I was over-whelmed and jumping with happiness by now. Srinivas, further continued saying, “I have a phone and I don’t want a phone. What would I do with your phone. Moreover, I am sure you will have numbers that are important stored in this which will help you, not me.” Hearing this I died a thousand times!

We fixed up a time when we could go and pick the phone up and a colleague of ours (Sunder) dearly helped us pick the phone up from Srinivas. When Sunder took the phone and gave him Rs. 500. Srinivas after initial refusals accepted it and said that he’d use it to buy his daughter a phone!

In a day and time, as this – it is difficult to believe anyone or take them at face value, how much ever you’d want to. Unfortunate as it may seem, life has become such – selfish and non trust worthy. This incident, for me, personally has led me to believe that I need to reconsider my judgments about people. There are many such people in this world who still are honest, value their self respect and are humane in its true sense!

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Change, old pals and a come back...

It’s been a while since I wrote anything in here. Between these few months, a lot has changed. Yes, change is inevitable and change is eternal, as one may quickly point out, but change is very personal and subjective too, as I’d like to point out. So, here is a personal account of change, as I witnessed it.

As I was saying, the past few months, I’ve seen a lot of changes. Amongst many other things like the change in seasons, change in time zones and environment, I am no longer an entrepreneur, but an entrepreneur on a vacation. As part of change, I have witnessed unexpected people act in unexpected ways, devils turn angels and angels turn devils, and trust towards mankind re-enforced. Evident changes that depress me sometimes, about my hometown, Bangalore; changes in broadcasting trends – with localized content playing on FM radio – things I read as part of the future of media while a student; technology integrating various communication modes to enhance experience – google, it integrates various functionalities very intelligently, I love this change, where I can check mails, chat or talk with that person online if I want to, or still leave a scrap on his orkut… Ah! And Orkut, I like the fact that I’ve been able to connect with most of my long lost friends on this social networking site. I guess what makes it tick for me is the scrapping feature, where I can leave a quick message for a friend and the friends section. And a small confession, I love to read up all the recent scraps of my friends and look up their friends list – I’ve found a lot my friends by snooping into other’s contacts.

So, that’s all about the change and other things in the interim period of hiatus. Hey and not to forget, orkut helped me with resources for one of my projects… who ever said this community thingy is mindless… I fie you – wake up and get real… it’s the world of technology and connectivity, get on the bandwagon – conservative minded and old fashioned!

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