Some men pride themselves for their sense of direction, some are so proud that they would probably put it on their visiting cards and then there are those who just rely on google maps/wikimapia and modern technology. I belong to the last category. To tell you the truth I have very poor sense of direction. It takes me at least 4 - 5 trips before I am remotely aware of the area that I am in. No wait! I would be lying if I said that. I would actually require 10 - 15 trips before I am confident about my way. Cities confuse me. I lose my sense of direction. The streets look same, landmarks keep changing, total mess. And then there are those million traffic rules (which of course no one follows in India... I try to and fail miserably)
Women on the other hand usually don't harp about their sense of direction, though they are generally pretty good at it. They also have a habit of asking for directions when they sense that something doesn't seem right. Men, I guess are not comfortable doing so. I too am a little uncomfortable asking for directions. When alone, I have spent a lot of time driving/roaming all over the place, expecting to find the destination miraculously, in spite of the fact that I know I have no clue as to where I am. But usually, I end up asking for directions sooner or later.
My Dad on the other hand has a weird way of asking for directions. He does everything possible to get us lost. Firstly, he'll not ask for directions properly on the phone before leaving home. He basically looks out for the closest place he knows, when directions are being given and then completely filters out the rest of the information. On reaching the place, he is clueless and his standard dialogue is, "Yahan se aagey kuch to bola tha!". He'll then conveniently blame me for not being responsible enough to hear the directions. Anyways, to maintain "peace and harmony", my usual response is, "Hmmm...". We then stop and ask for directions. After a lot of , "haan! achcha to aagey jaake left", "ok! aagey se right kya?", "kya? 2 signal chodke teesre pe right?", he'll turn to me and say, "Kuch nahi samjha kya bola, tu seedha chal!"
Me, on the other hand, is a directionless fool on a different level. I am not comfortable going to a new place before finding out each and every turn and corner on the internet. If I haven't done research, I am usually very restless, irritable and basically a pain. Ask me to take you to a place I know and you'll mostly reach without any problems. Sitting beside me and directing me is not an easy job either. Very few people have successfully done it. You cannot tell me to take a turn when we are at the turn. I must be informed at least a 100 metres ahead. Statements such as, "We should have taken that turn" after crossing the turn is a definite no - no! It is more difficult driving with women sitting beside because they cannot make up their minds. I don't like that. Decide first and then tell me. I do not have an "Undo" button while driving.
The worst thing that I have done as far as going off-direction is concerned, was when Nicholas dropped me off at VT (I prefer calling it that than CST) at the platform and then I took a wrong train. I was to take the train to Belapur (BR), instead I got on a Bandra (B) local, thinking that it was a typo :P.
Strangely, I am a lot more in sync with my location when I am in nature. I have never got lost in any of the hill stations, be it during treks or any other activity. I somehow manage to get back on track in nature :) There is a possibility that I may have not been rigorously tested in nature. Who knows?
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
I have been reading, rather, I have been gulping it down. There have always been questions whose answers were left unanswered. There have been incidents which have not made sense. Which seemed pointless, a waste of time. I feel a little satiated now with this new knowledge I have found. I still do not believe in it yet but it has intrigued me. Let's just say that a lot of things have happened in the past few months quite unrelated to each other and yet all pointing towards the same direction.
I still do not know what I am to deduce from it all. Where it is that I am headed and yet I know that there is a destination ahead. I am not sure what I would find there but I know that all these questions that have been swirling in my head all my life will be answered. At least I believe so. But everything is hazy, there isn't a concrete picture forming. As the days go by and I experience newer things, this haziness seems to be clearing and yet it remains veiled. It is as if the more I find out about it, the lesser I know, and the lesser I know, the more I want to know.
I have already asked the questions. I do not know if they are correct. You cannot hope to be answered if you do not ask the right questions. But, the connections are inevitable and I guess undeniable. Am I being unscientific? Has not my education taught me to question everything? Am I being open minded or just seeing a pattern in the chaos, simply because I choose to and I am hunting for an answer. How do I again settle the conflict between logic and belief? Because my new beliefs are not proven to me scientifically and yet they seem very believable. As if I always knew something similar existed and yet had to be reminded of the details. The journey is interesting and yet confusing. Doubts lurk in each and every corner.
But it all comes down to one single thing, the big picture. Who paints it still remains a mystery. Or do we each have our own painting to be drawn or do we find people so that we can help each other finish it? Is it a collective or a personal? Maybe we are all headed towards the same place, just following our own chosen paths. And on the way we cross others, with whom we exchange notes about out journey. We try to convince some to join our paths but each must follow his own. At the end I believe we all meet again.
I still do not know what I am to deduce from it all. Where it is that I am headed and yet I know that there is a destination ahead. I am not sure what I would find there but I know that all these questions that have been swirling in my head all my life will be answered. At least I believe so. But everything is hazy, there isn't a concrete picture forming. As the days go by and I experience newer things, this haziness seems to be clearing and yet it remains veiled. It is as if the more I find out about it, the lesser I know, and the lesser I know, the more I want to know.
I have already asked the questions. I do not know if they are correct. You cannot hope to be answered if you do not ask the right questions. But, the connections are inevitable and I guess undeniable. Am I being unscientific? Has not my education taught me to question everything? Am I being open minded or just seeing a pattern in the chaos, simply because I choose to and I am hunting for an answer. How do I again settle the conflict between logic and belief? Because my new beliefs are not proven to me scientifically and yet they seem very believable. As if I always knew something similar existed and yet had to be reminded of the details. The journey is interesting and yet confusing. Doubts lurk in each and every corner.
But it all comes down to one single thing, the big picture. Who paints it still remains a mystery. Or do we each have our own painting to be drawn or do we find people so that we can help each other finish it? Is it a collective or a personal? Maybe we are all headed towards the same place, just following our own chosen paths. And on the way we cross others, with whom we exchange notes about out journey. We try to convince some to join our paths but each must follow his own. At the end I believe we all meet again.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Bandra
I was shocked in my first year of college, around 2000, when I heard that my friend Sameer, being a Maharashtrian and living in Bombay all his life had never seen the Gateway of India. It was just unimaginable. It took Nicholas and me almost a week before we came to terms with the fact that such a thing was actually possible. It was with us, I think, that Sameer made his maiden voyage to the Gateway :)
Fast-forward 10 years to 2010. I have lived in Bombay for many years and I have never been to Bandra. And apparently that is where everything cool happens :P. Anyways this trip came about due to a number of factors. The first reason was that my ophthalmologist friend suggested that I pay a visit to the Mount Mary church. The second reason was that I needed to exchange a book with a friend that we had been planning for almost a month. The books are a topic by themselves, which I'll discuss on another day. For starters just google Dr. Brian Weiss. The third reason was that I had not been to any place interesting in quite sometime and I needed to do some photography. So all these reasons made me push myself out of the house and head for Bandra. Loved the trip to Bandra thanks to the NMMT air-conditioned bus.
It was cloudy throughout which made the weather bearable. I was a little worried about the church timings but was really glad to find out that it was open when I reached.
I have always loved the architecture of old churches. Was decently impressed with this too. Though, the churches at Goa are just plain awesome. The interiors were interesting too with Christ's story illustrated all around the walls.
I sat there for a while and generally tried to gather my thoughts. I observed that a lot of people were present (I guess it was because of the fact that it was a Sunday). I also realized that people from all faith came there to pray. The fact that a lot of them were leaving there shoes outside the church made it very clear. It was funny to see a guard telling people to wear their shoes inside rather than leaving them out. Obviously most people would find the idea of wearing their shoes inside a holy place sacrilegious and so they left them out.
Observed the people, prayed a bit, clicked some photos and waited for my friend to come. I was pretty satisfied with my trip so far.
I first came in contact with this friend of mine during my kitten incident (Refer to my old posts) and since then we have only met online and this would be the first time we would be actually meeting. She had promised to show me around Bandra and so thats what we did when we met. We first went to the Bandra Fort which was the saddest fort I have ever seen in my life. I don't know if I missed something there but from what I saw I am sure Belapur Fort is bigger than that :P
Though I did manage to take a couple of photos there. I wanted her to pose in front of the Taj Lands and take an excited touristy look wala photo, to which she said she would rather die than do that :) She in fact suggested that I do it. Now I think I should have done it. Hmmm... next time maybe :)
Took a couple of photos showing the very famous Bandra-Worli sea link. The crowd made it really sad. There were people all over (mostly couples :P). And I actually was startled finding people at weirdest locations :D
Walked along band-stand for a while and had some sort of a light-very-late lunch. I had a really good time there and we ended up talking about a lot of stuff. Now some seriously freaky thing happened at the end of it. In one of my previous posts, I had mentioned about how I keep seeing 11:11 in a lot of places numerous times in a day. The number patterns have started increasing now.
We were about to leave when she suddenly tells me that for sometime now she has been seeing number patterns over and over again in various places. I was very amused and asked her about the 11:11. Apparently she keeps seeing 444 apart from 1111. It was good to finally meet someone who saw similar number patterns :) We exchanged some more stories about where all we see the numbers and then before we left she asked me what time it was. Guess what the time was? It was 4:44... :)
Fast-forward 10 years to 2010. I have lived in Bombay for many years and I have never been to Bandra. And apparently that is where everything cool happens :P. Anyways this trip came about due to a number of factors. The first reason was that my ophthalmologist friend suggested that I pay a visit to the Mount Mary church. The second reason was that I needed to exchange a book with a friend that we had been planning for almost a month. The books are a topic by themselves, which I'll discuss on another day. For starters just google Dr. Brian Weiss. The third reason was that I had not been to any place interesting in quite sometime and I needed to do some photography. So all these reasons made me push myself out of the house and head for Bandra. Loved the trip to Bandra thanks to the NMMT air-conditioned bus.
Took a couple of photos showing the very famous Bandra-Worli sea link. The crowd made it really sad. There were people all over (mostly couples :P). And I actually was startled finding people at weirdest locations :D
We were about to leave when she suddenly tells me that for sometime now she has been seeing number patterns over and over again in various places. I was very amused and asked her about the 11:11. Apparently she keeps seeing 444 apart from 1111. It was good to finally meet someone who saw similar number patterns :) We exchanged some more stories about where all we see the numbers and then before we left she asked me what time it was. Guess what the time was? It was 4:44... :)
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Fly away KITES never to return
After sleeping at 3:30 last night, the day didn't go that good. I had a headache most of the day. Had to resort to going to a saloon and getting a "chumpi" :P Spent most of the day, staring at the computer, doing nothing. Didn't work on the site or anything. Salsa was sort of alright. I wouldn't categorize it as great. I was forgetting the steps and couldn't really practice the steps that I wanted to and planned.
Tried watching Kites, I say "tried", cause in spite of attempting twice I haven't been able to finish it. I think I'll manage to finish it tomorrow. Its a well shot movie, Barbara/Hrithik are both looking good, good dance sequence in the beginning, but I would still like to shoot myself in the head at the end of it. I think they made the story as they were shooting. The good thing was that the goras where not shown speaking fluent hindi. Anyways my family wants to watch MNIK tomorrow where Shahrukh gives a huge dialogue in Hindi to a bunch of black americans and they get all weepy and start singing "We Shall Over Come" :(
I think I will call it quits tonight. Sleep will probably do me good :)
Tried watching Kites, I say "tried", cause in spite of attempting twice I haven't been able to finish it. I think I'll manage to finish it tomorrow. Its a well shot movie, Barbara/Hrithik are both looking good, good dance sequence in the beginning, but I would still like to shoot myself in the head at the end of it. I think they made the story as they were shooting. The good thing was that the goras where not shown speaking fluent hindi. Anyways my family wants to watch MNIK tomorrow where Shahrukh gives a huge dialogue in Hindi to a bunch of black americans and they get all weepy and start singing "We Shall Over Come" :(
I think I will call it quits tonight. Sleep will probably do me good :)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
You are hopeless! Why don't you get married?
The only highlight of the day was that nothing happened and the World Cup started (yaaaawwwn!! whatever!). Apart from that, had a sudden stroke of brilliance and came up with this:
Stay behind me, my shadow,
For you darken my road ahead
Walk with me, my conjoined twin
There's a lot to be heard and said
You surrounded me in times of light
There were many more of you
But where were you when the nights were longer
When I really needed you.
Pretty painful right? Ya I know! Lets lighten up the air a bit tonight.
I read this somewhere quite a long time back. Its about the sad story of man and his contorted connection with the word "Bachelor". He goes through a painful journey to attain bachelorhood (his bachelor's degree) only to realize that he has to now go through an even more difficult path of losing his bachelorhood (his bachelor status). The daft bloke had no idea that his days of joy after attaining his bachelors would be so short lived. Yours truly is currently in the phase of attempting to lose his bachelorhood or should I say, is being forced into giving it up under very unfavourable circumstances.
The process began almost two and a half years ago and has gone through various levels of foul attempts and phases. My parents have attempted sweet talking, logic, external influence, anger, brainwashing, emotional blackmail and various different techniques to get me married off. There have been times of heightened activity (bride search - conducted by dad, assisted by mom), gaps of dormancy (reverse psychology applied here) and phases of stealth search (I was unaware of it happening).
I have tried all evil ways to avoid the subject and at times have deliberately jeopardized their evil plans. There was a time when I rejected using a certain sequence. My dad would show me photos and I would be like "no, na na not possible, not this please, she is so not what she says, i don't like her, i'd rather die, are you crazy?, no, na na not possible..." and the loop continued. Soon my Dad found out about my sequence and generally attempted a method of "clearing my false aspirations and hopes about my future partner". In short, "Izzat-ka-kachda" happened.
While my Dad has been trying a direct approach of scaring the shit out of me and making me give in (a procedure often followed by the police on criminals), my Mom has been far less conspicuous about the whole thing. She is more of the subtle type which makes her all the more dangerous. I have absolutely no idea how but she somehow manages to connect every possible subject to my marriage. A few examples would clarify the situation:
Me: You know mom, I was thinking of buying a dog.
Mom: And who is going to take care of it? Get married first and then your wife can take care of it. We will not say no.
Mom: Help me out in the kitchen
Me: Are you crazy? Do you know how much time you'll spend undoing the things I do and then redoing them?
Mom: I wish I had a daughter. She would be more helpful and understanding than you are. And you won't even marry x-( ! Atleast I would have then understood how it would be to have a daughter. :(
Me: Huh!? (In my mind - How the hell did the conversation lead here?)
Mom: Your Dad is the biggest pain in my life.
Me: Huh? What happened?
Mom: How am I to get any work done if he keeps asking for tea every hour?
Me: Aren't you habituated after 29 years of marraige?
Mom: How long am I supposed to keep doing this? And you won't even marry x-( ! Your wife could have helped me a bit. You are absolutely useless and may I add, hopeless!
Me: (Blank look on my face and wondering what the "F" just happened) What?
Dad: (Walks in cluelessly) What happened? What's the problem?
Me: (turning to dad) Grrrrr....
Mom: There is good news
Me: Really? what?
Mom: X's son Y is getting married to Z. Y found Z on his own. X was a little hesitant in the beginning but at the end it is Y and Z who will spend their lives together. We are attending on (a particular date). Don't plan anything else.
Me: Ok
Mom: Why don't you try something similar? "Internet mein nahi milti kya?" They met on some site.
Me: "Haan milti hai na, Rs 50 per kilo, lau kya?"
Mom: Shut up! You can't even find a girl for yourself. Absolutely hopeless. Why don't you get married?
So that's how most of my talks with mom happens nowadays. There are a million more examples but they all end the same way, "You are hopeless. Why don't you get married?" Such is the sorry life I am leading.
So, my future wife, if you are reading this, please come out from wherever it is you are hiding. Lets just get this misery done with. I am sure you're story is somewhat similar too.
Stay behind me, my shadow,
For you darken my road ahead
Walk with me, my conjoined twin
There's a lot to be heard and said
You surrounded me in times of light
There were many more of you
But where were you when the nights were longer
When I really needed you.
Pretty painful right? Ya I know! Lets lighten up the air a bit tonight.
I read this somewhere quite a long time back. Its about the sad story of man and his contorted connection with the word "Bachelor". He goes through a painful journey to attain bachelorhood (his bachelor's degree) only to realize that he has to now go through an even more difficult path of losing his bachelorhood (his bachelor status). The daft bloke had no idea that his days of joy after attaining his bachelors would be so short lived. Yours truly is currently in the phase of attempting to lose his bachelorhood or should I say, is being forced into giving it up under very unfavourable circumstances.
The process began almost two and a half years ago and has gone through various levels of foul attempts and phases. My parents have attempted sweet talking, logic, external influence, anger, brainwashing, emotional blackmail and various different techniques to get me married off. There have been times of heightened activity (bride search - conducted by dad, assisted by mom), gaps of dormancy (reverse psychology applied here) and phases of stealth search (I was unaware of it happening).
I have tried all evil ways to avoid the subject and at times have deliberately jeopardized their evil plans. There was a time when I rejected using a certain sequence. My dad would show me photos and I would be like "no, na na not possible, not this please, she is so not what she says, i don't like her, i'd rather die, are you crazy?, no, na na not possible..." and the loop continued. Soon my Dad found out about my sequence and generally attempted a method of "clearing my false aspirations and hopes about my future partner". In short, "Izzat-ka-kachda" happened.
While my Dad has been trying a direct approach of scaring the shit out of me and making me give in (a procedure often followed by the police on criminals), my Mom has been far less conspicuous about the whole thing. She is more of the subtle type which makes her all the more dangerous. I have absolutely no idea how but she somehow manages to connect every possible subject to my marriage. A few examples would clarify the situation:
Me: You know mom, I was thinking of buying a dog.
Mom: And who is going to take care of it? Get married first and then your wife can take care of it. We will not say no.
Mom: Help me out in the kitchen
Me: Are you crazy? Do you know how much time you'll spend undoing the things I do and then redoing them?
Mom: I wish I had a daughter. She would be more helpful and understanding than you are. And you won't even marry x-( ! Atleast I would have then understood how it would be to have a daughter. :(
Me: Huh!? (In my mind - How the hell did the conversation lead here?)
Mom: Your Dad is the biggest pain in my life.
Me: Huh? What happened?
Mom: How am I to get any work done if he keeps asking for tea every hour?
Me: Aren't you habituated after 29 years of marraige?
Mom: How long am I supposed to keep doing this? And you won't even marry x-( ! Your wife could have helped me a bit. You are absolutely useless and may I add, hopeless!
Me: (Blank look on my face and wondering what the "F" just happened) What?
Dad: (Walks in cluelessly) What happened? What's the problem?
Me: (turning to dad) Grrrrr....
Mom: There is good news
Me: Really? what?
Mom: X's son Y is getting married to Z. Y found Z on his own. X was a little hesitant in the beginning but at the end it is Y and Z who will spend their lives together. We are attending on (a particular date). Don't plan anything else.
Me: Ok
Mom: Why don't you try something similar? "Internet mein nahi milti kya?" They met on some site.
Me: "Haan milti hai na, Rs 50 per kilo, lau kya?"
Mom: Shut up! You can't even find a girl for yourself. Absolutely hopeless. Why don't you get married?
So that's how most of my talks with mom happens nowadays. There are a million more examples but they all end the same way, "You are hopeless. Why don't you get married?" Such is the sorry life I am leading.
So, my future wife, if you are reading this, please come out from wherever it is you are hiding. Lets just get this misery done with. I am sure you're story is somewhat similar too.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Emotional Atyachaar
Disclaimer: Contains explicit content and may not be suitable for overtly decent people
I downloaded Masters of Chants by Gregorian today. I already had some of their songs but with my new net connection (I just love saying it) I got hold of their first album. Shall get hold of all of them. It is an awesome collection! Very very gothic and eerie :D. Will darken my room tomorrow and listen to it. Should be a good experience. It was exactly what I needed. Was a little mind-fucked most of the day. Helped me relax :)
There is one particular show on TV nowadays which totally freaks me out. It's Emotional Atyachaar on UTV Bindaas. It makes me very uncomfortable and I avoid watching it most of the times but then there are days when I get this inkling to see what new crap people can do. After watching the show there are just 2 thoughts that will come to your mind depending upon whether they are focusing on a girl or a guy. Most men are bastards! Most women are bitches! Absolutely made for each other :P. I am sure most of you have heard of it. In case you haven't, then let me just brief you a bit :)
The idea is very basic. You have a partner and you think that he/she might be doing some extra-curricular activities while sweetly telling you that he/she can't live without you? Well you do a tiny loyalty test on your partner and see how much in water your relationship is in. You would think initially, how can I doubt my partner? Isn't that like breaking the first commandment of Love? Well might as well do that and prevent yourself from breaking the 6th commandment, "Thou shall not murder!" :P. These guys create situations where a person of a sidey morality would falter. The rest as they say is history :)
I think there is no excuse for infidelity, unless you are in an open relationship (what the fuck is that anyways!?). Excuses such as we were so far away for so long, we didn't have time for each other and all that is absolute bull-shit! If you do not have the balls to tell the truth to your partner, no matter how difficult it is, then you don't deserve to be in a relationship. I have suffered my share of cheating, lying and two-timing. And that's the reason it pisses me off more when I see someone cheat on their partner, be it on TV or in real life. I have cut-off friendship with a very good friend because he did a similar thing. He may have his point of view and his excuses but knowing the girl and knowing that she was totally faithful to him, I don't give a rat's ass about it.
I may sound a bit snobbish and over-confident but I firmly believe that I will not fail a loyalty test no matter what. I have been proven wrong about a number of things in my life but I think this is one thing I am confident about, just like I am confident that I'll never start smoking/drinking. Seeing this program, I do feel scared to think about relationships and how I would react would it happen to me, again. I am sure a lot of you too may feel the same. But then based upon my history (whatever insignificant amount it is), I think infidelity is like a boomerang. You get exactly what you give :P And its not long before they get exactly what they deserve. And sometimes, if they have a little decency left, they come and apologize. But mostly by then, it doesn't really matter :)
Well life's a bitch and relationships are no child's play either. But then again, C'est La Vie!
I downloaded Masters of Chants by Gregorian today. I already had some of their songs but with my new net connection (I just love saying it) I got hold of their first album. Shall get hold of all of them. It is an awesome collection! Very very gothic and eerie :D. Will darken my room tomorrow and listen to it. Should be a good experience. It was exactly what I needed. Was a little mind-fucked most of the day. Helped me relax :)
There is one particular show on TV nowadays which totally freaks me out. It's Emotional Atyachaar on UTV Bindaas. It makes me very uncomfortable and I avoid watching it most of the times but then there are days when I get this inkling to see what new crap people can do. After watching the show there are just 2 thoughts that will come to your mind depending upon whether they are focusing on a girl or a guy. Most men are bastards! Most women are bitches! Absolutely made for each other :P. I am sure most of you have heard of it. In case you haven't, then let me just brief you a bit :)
The idea is very basic. You have a partner and you think that he/she might be doing some extra-curricular activities while sweetly telling you that he/she can't live without you? Well you do a tiny loyalty test on your partner and see how much in water your relationship is in. You would think initially, how can I doubt my partner? Isn't that like breaking the first commandment of Love? Well might as well do that and prevent yourself from breaking the 6th commandment, "Thou shall not murder!" :P. These guys create situations where a person of a sidey morality would falter. The rest as they say is history :)
I think there is no excuse for infidelity, unless you are in an open relationship (what the fuck is that anyways!?). Excuses such as we were so far away for so long, we didn't have time for each other and all that is absolute bull-shit! If you do not have the balls to tell the truth to your partner, no matter how difficult it is, then you don't deserve to be in a relationship. I have suffered my share of cheating, lying and two-timing. And that's the reason it pisses me off more when I see someone cheat on their partner, be it on TV or in real life. I have cut-off friendship with a very good friend because he did a similar thing. He may have his point of view and his excuses but knowing the girl and knowing that she was totally faithful to him, I don't give a rat's ass about it.
I may sound a bit snobbish and over-confident but I firmly believe that I will not fail a loyalty test no matter what. I have been proven wrong about a number of things in my life but I think this is one thing I am confident about, just like I am confident that I'll never start smoking/drinking. Seeing this program, I do feel scared to think about relationships and how I would react would it happen to me, again. I am sure a lot of you too may feel the same. But then based upon my history (whatever insignificant amount it is), I think infidelity is like a boomerang. You get exactly what you give :P And its not long before they get exactly what they deserve. And sometimes, if they have a little decency left, they come and apologize. But mostly by then, it doesn't really matter :)
Well life's a bitch and relationships are no child's play either. But then again, C'est La Vie!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I am happy for you :)
Had good fun today. An ophthalmologist friend of mine is in town, so Shekhar and I, went and met up with her. It was hilarious! I think Shekhar and myself were both at a pretty good state of humor today and the fact that our friend is such an awesome sport, just made it better :) 2 hours of continuous rotfl! (Google it if you don't know what it means :P)
Work was weird today. Extremely boring!!!! Extremely!! Sat and sifted through all the commands and the software is one hell of a complicated program with such a large number of commands that one tends to lose track of the whole scene. Good thing is at the end, I had a rough idea about how the structure should be.
I think I have mentioned before that I have had an increased interest in photography. I have a Nikon L11 digicam with which I manage to take decent pictures and with a little bit of post processing, things turn out interesting. But after a recent encounter with a Nikon D3000 Digital SLR, the thought of getting myself a DSLR has been seeded. I am thinking of saving me some money and getting an entry level DSLR. Something to experiment with and learn the ropes. I was pretty confused between Canon (EOS 500D & EOS 550D) and Nikon (D3000 & D5000). But after seeing the specs, approximate price and a few reviews, I think Nikon D5000 would be the best for me. Now I just need to somehow manage and save around 38K :P.
I have noticed something which I think is pretty common and happens with everyone. It is a common phenomenon to see people not very happy when someone else is happy for a change. What I mean to say is that lets say for example, out of 3 acquaintances, one gets a good job and shares it with the other two, 80% - 90% of the time, they will give a nod and a smile and then criticize among themselves as to why the job is so not what it is made out to be. Its not often that others share the joy when you share your good news with them. In fact there will be people who takes it upon themselves to convince you that it is really not so great and you have nothing much to be happy about. Then there are those who'll use this opportunity to just get a free "daaru-party".
It has happened to me too. The saddest part is that I have been the one to nod and smile and then feel jealous about my friend's fortune. The jealousy came for a fraction of second but the damage was done. I was happy for him, but the sense of guilt over powered it. I think most of us are always so dissatisfied with what we have that this thing happens. Or maybe this feeling comes, when we lack something and a friend's good news just reinforces the fact that we are unable to get it while he can, which takes precedence over the thought of feeling happy for his success.
There are a lot of factors for this, including the fact that some people are just by nature negative and they just can't see someone else happy. It's like they are epicenters of negativity. My mom tells me, "Too little of something makes us mean minded and too much of something makes us too self-engrossed. You need to find an optimum balance between the two where you have enough for yourself and yet can spare something for someone else's good." I think this applies to a lot of places but in this context, its true. If I have very less money then I'll never be happy when my friend gets a good salaried job and if I have too much of it, I'll probably not even feel his happiness cause it comes so easily to me. But if I have sufficient and am happy with myself, I think I'll appreciate his happiness and actually feel good for him. Feel that he deserves it.
Being jealous of others, I guess is human, but I wish we wouldn't feel jealous of our friends. Cause if you have a strong conscience, it becomes extremely difficult explaining the situation to yourself. And I guess answering one's own self is not as easy as it seems :)
Work was weird today. Extremely boring!!!! Extremely!! Sat and sifted through all the commands and the software is one hell of a complicated program with such a large number of commands that one tends to lose track of the whole scene. Good thing is at the end, I had a rough idea about how the structure should be.
I think I have mentioned before that I have had an increased interest in photography. I have a Nikon L11 digicam with which I manage to take decent pictures and with a little bit of post processing, things turn out interesting. But after a recent encounter with a Nikon D3000 Digital SLR, the thought of getting myself a DSLR has been seeded. I am thinking of saving me some money and getting an entry level DSLR. Something to experiment with and learn the ropes. I was pretty confused between Canon (EOS 500D & EOS 550D) and Nikon (D3000 & D5000). But after seeing the specs, approximate price and a few reviews, I think Nikon D5000 would be the best for me. Now I just need to somehow manage and save around 38K :P.
I have noticed something which I think is pretty common and happens with everyone. It is a common phenomenon to see people not very happy when someone else is happy for a change. What I mean to say is that lets say for example, out of 3 acquaintances, one gets a good job and shares it with the other two, 80% - 90% of the time, they will give a nod and a smile and then criticize among themselves as to why the job is so not what it is made out to be. Its not often that others share the joy when you share your good news with them. In fact there will be people who takes it upon themselves to convince you that it is really not so great and you have nothing much to be happy about. Then there are those who'll use this opportunity to just get a free "daaru-party".
It has happened to me too. The saddest part is that I have been the one to nod and smile and then feel jealous about my friend's fortune. The jealousy came for a fraction of second but the damage was done. I was happy for him, but the sense of guilt over powered it. I think most of us are always so dissatisfied with what we have that this thing happens. Or maybe this feeling comes, when we lack something and a friend's good news just reinforces the fact that we are unable to get it while he can, which takes precedence over the thought of feeling happy for his success.
There are a lot of factors for this, including the fact that some people are just by nature negative and they just can't see someone else happy. It's like they are epicenters of negativity. My mom tells me, "Too little of something makes us mean minded and too much of something makes us too self-engrossed. You need to find an optimum balance between the two where you have enough for yourself and yet can spare something for someone else's good." I think this applies to a lot of places but in this context, its true. If I have very less money then I'll never be happy when my friend gets a good salaried job and if I have too much of it, I'll probably not even feel his happiness cause it comes so easily to me. But if I have sufficient and am happy with myself, I think I'll appreciate his happiness and actually feel good for him. Feel that he deserves it.
Being jealous of others, I guess is human, but I wish we wouldn't feel jealous of our friends. Cause if you have a strong conscience, it becomes extremely difficult explaining the situation to yourself. And I guess answering one's own self is not as easy as it seems :)
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