7.09.2009
6.22.2009
Crack it or Crank it
Have you tried real hard; worked patiently for a long long time on trying to open something? Getting it to reveal the innards? And tasted the success? How did it taste? Was it as expected? Bitter? Sweet? Different? Disappointing? My uncle nudged me towards trying to crack a walnut using the thumb and the forefinger using any combination to develop strength. Took me 5 years of my teens before I broke the first one. And when it broke, I wasn't sure whether it was a flaky one. So I tried another one. That broke too. I tried cracking a lot of them over the next few days before I was sure that the adequate amount of strength has entered the body. Of course, the ma was shocked to see me doing it..the ability to crack I mean..
But I am not referring to the walnut here. Have you ever worked on a living thing trying to get it to open itself or nudged it to a certain point you wanted to? Slowly, patiently with exquisite delicacy; with time moving in fractions. I worked on one such project for over two years. And the result was delicious. Captivating. And unbelievable. Truly, the mind is capable of any damn thing - it so led me to believe.
Me being the happy go lucky forgot it pretty damn easily once I achieved it too. And remembered it last night. And I have a new dawn to look to too..Crank up the mental focus and energy store..Goose bumps.
Current music: Real McCoy - Runaway
6.18.2009
This happened today.
I was driving to work trying to manoever the car on the narrow lane on the hill. Now, anyone who has driven through Whisper Valley towards Jubilee Hills in Hyderabad knows how tipsy, curvy and steep the entire stretch is. Add the trucks, motorcycles, buffaloes, cars, bicycles, human traffic and the Skodas,Audis and Mercs. I specifically mention the Skodas et al cause you have to be careful of not only getting bumped by the other vehicles but also of not scratching any of the big ones. Add the dug up road to these and you have an idea of the drive for me on the 5 minute stretch linking the highway. The sun was shining in full glory. And I was very late.
Trying to go ahead and avoid scratching an oncoming car on the other side on one of the slopes, I noticed a man and an old lady trying to walk up the slope in this unbearable heat. Even in the fleeting moment, I could sense thier stress. His of trying to get the old woman up the hill and hers with the physical inability to do so. Normally I would forget about it. But not today. As I drove past, the tingling between my eyebrows would not abate and my thoughts kept going back to the two. Would the woman manage the climb? Will someone help them? The heat was oppressive. Just as I was about to join the highway traffic, I U-turned and sped back.
Just as I had thought. The two had not made even 20 feet progress. I halted the car next to them, opened the side door and indicated them to hop in. I saw the skeptic looks on the man's face so added my genuine smile as well. There was no space for me to get down and aid the two with a bunch of cars lined up behind me downhill. Luckily, a couple of laborers saw my predicament and starting assisting with the traffic. A closer look at the old woman divined that she was certainly not well, had extremely swollen feet & hands and probably parched as well. It took the man the whole of 5 minutes to get the old woman into the car after which we moved on.
Turned the A/c on full blast and I could sense the gratitude and relief pervade the car. The old woman was silent all the while. The man explained in broken Hindi that his scooter didn't have the power to climb the hill and broke down. The woman was operated on a month back and they were on their way to Apollo hospital. We reached the hospital gate in 7-8 minutes flat without further ado.
As the man stepped out, the old woman turned to me, blessed my head and held my palms for a moment with those utterly soft and delightful hands. I was shocked. Shocked because the touch reminded me soooo much of my grandmother. The same garbled, wizened look and oh so loving feel. My palms jerked a bit due to shock of familiarity which made the woman apprehensive and withdraw. I was tongue tied but smiled and held her palms again and soaked in her touch. She gave a toothless smile with her mouth and soda water bifocals. Alighted. I wished her well. And the two went inside.
I stayed in the place for some time feeling the vibrations hum in the front seat of my car. I wished I could speak Telugu. I was happy I took the U-turn.
Current Music: Lita Ford & Ozzy Osbourne - Close My Eyes Forever
6.15.2009
Peak of Confidence
This was forwarded as a joke but I found it quite inspiring to date.
Bill Gates organized a session to recruit a new Chairman for Microsoft Europe. 5000 candidates assembled in a large auditorium. One candidate is Kantibhai Shah.
Bill Gates: “Thank you for coming. Those who do not know JAVA may leave.”
2000 people leave the room.
Kantibhai says to himself, “I do not know JAVA but I have nothing to lose if I stay. I'll give it a try”
Bill Gates: “Candidates who never had experience of managing more than 100 people may leave.”2000 people leave the room.
Kantibhai says to himself, ”I never managed anybody by myself but I have nothing to lose if I stay. What can happen to me?” He stays.
Bill Gates: “Candidates who do not have management degrees may leave.”
500 people leave the room
Kantibhai says to himself, “I left school at 15 but what have I got to lose?” So, he stays in the room.
Finally, Bill Gates asked the candidates who do not speak Serbo-Croat to leave.
498 people leave the room.
Kantibhai says to himself, “I do not speak one word of Serbo-Croat but what do I have to lose?” So, he stays and finds himself with one other candidate. Everyone else has gone.
Bill Gates joined them and said “Apparently, you are the only two candidates who speak Serbo-Croat. I'd now like to hear you have a conversation together in that language.”
Kantibhai turns to the other candidate and says “Kem chho?”
The other candidate answers “Ek dam majama...... '
If you want to hit a century, you gotta take more swings.
Current music - Lita & Ozzy - If I Close My Eyes Forever
6.07.2009
The Passion Fruit
Early coffee with the Magpie
6.03.2009
Reader Poll
Yesterday, I was chatting with someone who read my "Too much work" post. And she asked me, "Did you grow up without morals?" Honestly, morality to me is timidity wrapped up in a philosophical overcoat. It actually piqued me quite a bit that a reader could get such a strong impression based on what I wrote. The wild things I did were part of moi growing up period (read teens and a little post teens too) and I don't regret them a bit. But just goes to show that sometimes certain things need to be on a need to know basis and unnecessary sharing of information can come and nip your (_o_) :)
But readers tell me honestly; did you get the same impression about me?
Current music - Faith No more - I'm easy
6.02.2009
Strategy and Innovation
6.01.2009
Too much work
5.29.2009
Attack Captain Zatack!!
5.21.2009
And idler!!
5.14.2009
Idle Thoughts
Continuity eludes me. And I've started missing it little by little. Big decisions taken in a snap sometimes tend to come back and bite you in the arse. And they chew you and you chew your brain and the circle continues. There has to be some Sulemani in everyone which makes you shake your secure world for lack of that "something" and take a plunge into something totally out of your realm. Without giving it those deep thoughts. That evaluation. And it is pretty selfish in the end. And hurting on those dependent on you.
Sometimes I think that life should have been a one track Formula 1. Drive solo mio. No navigator. No directions. Just speed.
5.05.2009
Quote Unquote
Ota Dokan (1432-1486), a scholar of military arts and a poet. He was stabbed while bathing. Clutching the dagger that pierced his chest, he uttered the following tanka and died:
Had I not known
that I was dead
already
I would have mourned
my loss of life.
The Milton classic "Tis better to reign in Hell than to serve in Heaven."
"Love is the mist before my eye,
makes me long for the day I die,
easy to see, impossible to hold,
why must this game grow so old"
"The enemy," retorted Yossarian with weighted precision, "is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on." - Catch-22
African proverb - "Until the lions have their historians, tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunter."
Kozan Ichikyo (died 1360 at the age of 77) was a spiritual teacher and poet. A few days before his death, Kozan called his pupils together, ordered them to bury him without ceremony, and forbade them to hold services in his memory. He wrote this poem on the morning of his death, laid down his brush, and died sitting upright:
"Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going--
Two simple happenings
That got entangled."
Email me some of yours. Next post on some songs..

