Proud to be an Indian?

On Independence day, Republic day I find all my Indian friends post patriotic messages to indicate that they are proud to be Indians. And when I looked at these messages and videos I thought these people in spite of living away from our country they all are still very proud to belong to my country.
But yesterday there was a weird thing that I experienced. After this incident all my thoughts about patriotism have gone upside down or let me be little polite and say that my beliefs are little shaky. It was freezing and drizzling and I was waiting for bus number 35 to get back to my apartment where cooking task was awaiting my arrival. Then I could see the bus approaching me. As the temperature was 6 degree centigrade the bus arrival made me feel similar as a hungry person who hears to the bell rung by a pizza delivery boy. I entered the bus and felt warm. As I got back to normal from shivering state, I noticed a group of Indian guys in front of me. They were conversing in Hindi. They were loud enough for the entire bus to hear them. There was one guy in the group who spoke 75% in the conversation and had an unusual accent. Most of the time the others just nodded their heads in agreement to him. The topic of their conversation was the reason for me to compile this blog. They were discussing the ways to get PR in United States. The guy with the unusual accent was giving lot of simple ideas. One of his ideas was to get married and have babies in US. According to the law, the newly born baby will be the citizen of US and parents have to stay in US to take care of the baby for certain number of years. After spending those years the parents will have a very high probability of getting the PR. By their conversation I could infer that they were desperate to be the citizens of US. If you look closely most of the people who are working or studying here have the same intention. There are exceptions everywhere and that is the reason I used the word “more” and not “all”.
The only motto of coming here is to stay here forever. Be American in every way possible, adapt to their food, culture, ethnicity etc. How can these people claim themselves to be proud Indians? , When they are ready and willing to change their nationality, citizenship, culture, belief, their root. It just proves that they are not faithful to their country. They are changing their identity and breaking all relationship with their country and establishing a new relationship with a new country. It is equivalent to changing the parents. My point is why people wear patriotism mask. They can always frankly accept the reality.

My experiments with two wheels

Very unusual to hear a 25 year old person telling that he or she cannot ride a bicycle. But as far I can recollect I am always a person with unusual habits and experiences. When everybody else order for a cappuccino in a strange and a foreign coffee shop, I will be the only one to order a coffee with a peculiar name and have an experience to remember, because it would have tasted terrible. So when I was in my first grade I sat on a bicycle which was five times bigger than me and had a horrible accident and after that I have never got the guts to sit on it again. The day I gifted my sister with a Dio and saw her enjoying, I felt I was missing something. The initiation to this process happened during my training days at Infosys. At Mysore training campus, we could literally see hundred of cyclists at peak hours. The campus was very huge and to travel from the respective buildings to bus terminal and food terminals people used cycles. This continued when I was shifted to Bangalore campus. In spite of the campus being not as huge as the Mysore campus we could spot lot of cyclists.
This process reached its peak when one of my friends purchased a cycle. I was so tempted that even I bought one. After that I had no other go but learn to ride that. The next evening after the cycle arrived at my place I decided to take it for a walk in fresh air. My friend had promised me to help me in handling the cycle. Within 5 minutes I was able to independently ride my cycle for a surprise. Even I don’t believe that I was able to ride. After that there was no looking back. I have tried to change gears, accelerate in turns and had good falls. But it never stopped me. Once I rode my cycle at -9 degree centigrade and froze my hands and nose. Until Fargo, the city where I live was covered with snow that even walking became knotty, I never gave up cycling. Now my bike is resting in our garage where it is accompanied by two cars Nissan and Honda for a while daily. But she likes it as she is warm in the garage. Waiting for the snow to vanish so that I can get her back on tracks

Hide and Seek

When “He” and “She” met.

Eight months have passed now; in this duration probably she would have dreamt more than eight hundred times of meeting him. All sweet things passed across her mind every single day in these eight months now. She never imagined that all the thoughts could ever turn into reality. Dreams are always a little exaggerated but dreams can turn into reality as we picture it to be. After loads of circus destiny had dragged her and him from different parts of the globe to a common point. Impossible had already turned into a possibility. Time and date was fixed by them for their first encounter with each other. He is known for being always late and he wanted to break this trend and reach early and made it thirty minutes prior to the specified time. She is always known to reach early than the intended time. She entered this busy place where they were supposed to meet and saw him right in front of her. She hid herself in a corner and watched him silently. He looked very sweet in brown and pulled out his cell phone from his pockets and dialed her. The phone in her hands started vibrating with his sweet name flashing on it. She wore a smile and picked his call. He was very confident that the girl had already reached the place and he tried to play a trick by telling that he was still on his way and would take another thirty minutes to reach the place , unaware that the girl was witnessing his drama live. She told that she would wait for him on the third floor on one of the chairs located there and hung up. After few minutes both were on the third floor searching for each other. She called him to ask where he was. He started singing “ jaaane ja mein yaha tum kaha …. “ And she started laughing and said “ Boy in brown you are playing with a wrong person”. He now was aware that the girl had seen him and all his drama went in vain. For the next few minutes both just wandered on the same floor searching for each other. Finally he spotted her and hid behind a pillar and started passing comments of what she were wearing. He gave her instructions to come near the pillar but never specified that he was behind the pillar. When she approached the pillar he appeared from nowhere and took her for a surprise. Both hugged each other. They felt they were still in a dream. It took some time to believe that something like this had happened in real to them. After this hide and seek all she had to say is that his arms were the safest place to be in. It was the best place she was ever and wants to be in.

Swirly, My girl

Swirly is my new roomie. She has occupied a space on my study table inside an aquarium. She has golden orange body. She shines as she waves and swims around and hence her name. At times I feel she is very similar to me. Her favorite activity being eating, every time she eats, she makes me feel that I have made her starve for years. She is in such hurry that she picks stones as well and then throws them back after tasting them and finding those non edible. She is trying to be my competitor in laziness. I lie on by bed feeling lazy and keep watching her. She on the other side feels lazy to swim, stands static and slowly falls down and as she touches the floor she again swims back to the top and again stops swimming. This cycle continues until she gets bored. Fish feeling lazy to swim, I term this as heights of laziness.
She loves water. Of course fishes have to love water as there is no other go. But swirl is extra crazy for water. The filter in the aquarium emits bubbles to oxygenate the water and she plays with these bubbles. She stands right next to this filter and waits for the bubbles to come and collide with her.
At times she acts as if she is on cloud nine. I feel that she might break the glass walls of the aquarium looking at the velocity in which she moves. She takes such sharp turns that it reminds me of a mutant from X-Men. I always peep into her mouth when she opens it. Yeah she opens it wide open that I can view her empty stomach and give her food. That is her way of letting me know that she is hungry. She is like the best thing to happen to my room. My room looks more lively with swirly in. We always have this “who is more lazy?’ competition and swirlz always a champ as she stops swimming and I get anxious with her act. I love my girl.

Sweet Mechanic!

I was in the library today from 4 in the evening. I was searching for some journals in the library and time just flew. My last bus leaves at 5. After that there is one more bus numbered 13A which circles the entire city before dropping me to my destination. I never take this bus for the same reason. I generally walk back home after 5 but today I thought of taking 13A, laziness being the only reason. I stood in the bus terminal for about five minutes, at sharp 6.01 13A arrived and I boarded the bus. This bus goes to the central bus stand takes a break for couple of minutes and again starts the service. After the central bus stand it is about 7 minutes ride to reach my place. The bus entered the GTC (central bus stand) and the driver left the bus. A new driver entered the bus and I was the only one in the bus. I was wearing a white colored t shirt with NDSU logo printed on it. I was sitting in the very first seat. I thought there was a shift change for the driver. The new driver started driving the bus. After some time I realized that the bus diverted from its regular route and ended going to a garage. The new driver was actually a mechanic who had taken the bus to the garage for some repair and the bus was out of service. I got up from my seat and this mechanic was taken for surprise. He exclaimed with shock for not noticing me before starting the bus. He thought for a moment and asked me to hang in the bus. I was scared as I had no idea where I was. I dint have a clue of how to get back home. I was only aware of 2 buses till date. He came back in few minutes with his car and asked me to get into the car. He started driving without asking where I wanted to go. He was confident that I had to go to NDSU, probably because of my T shirt. After some time he asked me where exactly in NDSU. I asked him to drop me in GTC so that I can take a bus to home. With a sad face he told me that 13A is not available at this time. I gave him my complete address and he dropped me right in front of my house. On the way he explained me that similar event had occurred 5 years back with him. He told me that next time before taking the bus to the garage he will ensure that there is none in the bus. A lesson for him. He was a sweet mechanic and I realized after he dropped me that he was not in the driver’s uniform. Silly me late realization!!

Not out of Indian time zone!

It was 29th July around 1.30 pm and I was chatting with one of my friend online. He started singing the birthday song and immediately I was surprised and asked him that it was still 29th and not 30th to wish me for my birthday. The next sentence was really wonderful. He said “Madam, you were born in India and in India it’s exactly 12 am now. So happy birthday “. It was very sweet of him. I don’t know if everybody feels this, I feel very happy on my birthday some kind of extra happiness keeps bursting inside my stomach. I started feeling this after I got his wishes. We continued to chat for some more time till it was 3 pm. Again he started singing birthday song and this time it was 12 am in Abu Dhabi the place where this friend of mine stays. I had nothing to say but just smiled and felt happy. I remained happy the whole evening. At 11 pm one of my friends came home with a cake. It was nice and we spoke for some time then I got a call from India. All my Infy friends were on the line. We kept speaking all nonsense for some time and they ended the call with the birthday song. I really felt special because in spite of thousands of kilometers of distance between us, they made me feel special and wished me so pleasantly.
At around 12 some more friends also arrived at my house with one more cake and an aquarium. I was so excited to see that I completely forgot everything else. I cut the cake, took some snaps, and decorated my face and hairs with cake. All my friends left after an hour. I cleaned up the place and slept around 1.30am. Did I tell you I got a call from my friend who had wished me according to two time zones! He again sang for me and this was according to US time zone. This was special and really different that I had the same person singing for me at three different time zones. In the morning I got up to find one more cake from another friend of mine. It was a birthday filled of cakes this time. I also spoke with my family members for some time and left to the school. Till now everything was fine and I felt that extra happiness which I feel during my birthdays.
After 1 pm I suddenly started to lose that feeling of extra happiness. Because it was 31th July in India and officially by birthday was over in India. Looks like even after seven months in United States I am still stuck in Indian time zone.

Expectations Reduces Joy !

This blog was edited on a sheet of white paper. In general my blogs are born on my laptop. But this time my blogging mood collided with my laptop getting attacked by series of Trojans. Currently my laptop is under scan and I got an opportunity to use my golden parker. I love the way it slides over the paper. The purpose of this blog is to convince myself that I have understood the meaning of “expectation reduces joy”.
I always knew the meaning theoretically but off late from about three to four months I have got many occasions to learn it practically as well. The only thing a person gets seamlessly irrespective of expectations is mother’s love and rest all is just an illusion. I have always been expecting things from people, in specific from people who are close to me. I usually have ended up disappointing myself. Things that I expect sound very silly and sometimes funny as well. As people grow old they are not believed to expect much, which I have seldom implemented. My level of expectation is still the same as when I was a small kid.
When I used to fall sick I wanted my mother to be by my side. Anytime I opened my eyes and dint find her I used to shout at the top of my voice. She used to take care of me very much. Now when she is thousands of kilometers away I expect the same. My cousin and I were the best pals and did everything together. We played together, studied together, fought together, and wore similar clothes, hanged out together. After this I started expecting similar things from the rest of my friends as well. This is the reason some times my friends hurt me with their small acts without their knowledge.
I feel the world is filled with good people and as long as I love everybody people love me back the same way. This basic idea is itself wrong. People have their own way of expressing love and some don’t find the necessity to express it and some take it for granted. God has built every person with different ingredients; they think and act in a unique way. Every person has his own priorities and they abide by them. The best way to be happy in such environment is to expect nothing from people with whom I am linked with. In that way bad things never bother me and good things come as a surprise and bring more happiness.
I plan to implement this from this moment. Hopefully I will succeed in few weeks. It is never too late to change yourself for the good.

Signing Off,
Resh

A Walk to Remember

It was a Sunday evening. After a fantastic start to the day with a bowl of chocolate ice cream, I was in high energy state. I gave a call to Mahesh. Thought of calling him for a walk and in turn was invited to taste his two experiments which were vegetables with rasam powder and mangoes with milk. He lives with his cousin Kiran, have to mention that Mahesh and Kiran are very good singers or rather I call them hummers. Kiran and Mahesh came near my apartment to pick me up and on our way back home there was a chemical reaction in Kiran’s brain. He asked Mahesh if he wished to go to some nice place and for a wonder our introvert submissive replied with a positive YES! Then few minutes later we were at the red river. This river divides North Dakota and Minnesota states. We took a walk along the river, with few humming from our great singers and some jokes in havyak. I can’t stop mentioning that I am a multi lingual person as I had no difficulty in following their language. It was third day in Fargo for Mahesh and he had a brand new cell phone in his hand and no prize for guessing, yes he clicked everything which came his way including the damaged road, swamp, and our beautiful faces. We found a comfortable place to sit on the riverside. All thanks to their heights both the guys had the privilege to touch the water with their feet as we sat on the wooden plank which is used for fishing. After few minutes, there was a dark cloud floating over us and it burst into rain drops. We got soaked in the water with a cool breeze in our hair. I enjoyed those moments to the fullest and so did Kiran, but Mahesh only shivered. Finally clouds showed some mercy on Mahesh and they passed left us to let the sun shine on us again. We saw a rainbow in the sky, again no prize for guessing that we captured these in the brand new cell. Some more minutes over the plank and we were on our way back to the place where the car was parked. There was a chemical reaction again but this time it was happening inside the brain which belonged to Mahesh. He chose a different path over the grass to get back instead of the road that we used while coming. Before we covered half the distance, Mahesh was frustrated as his slippers were getting heavy with the soil getting accumulated on his slippers. Then we got back to the road instead of the grass path and all along the way people were performing rock and roll dance to clean their slippers. Our very great Mahesh got back to the river as well to clean his pair of slippers. Our next spot was dairy queen to enjoy the delicious ice creams. We all gulped our favorite flavored ones and left from there heading back to home where some experimental results just awaited my arrival. Mahesh and I had a fuzz ball match where I lost royally and still remained happy. Then I tasted “circular” poori made my Mahesh, Chole made by kiran, sambar and mango accident from Mahesh. All were good and the song “Yeh zindgi usi ki hai “ in Shreya Ghoshal’s voice acted like a dessert of our dinner. A perfect day came to an end, which will remain as one of my best days in US.

My hot chocolate !!

After almost a month I was back to class today. Not a very good time to be in class. It was from 3.15 to 5.30 pm. The thought of sitting in class for 2 long hours was by itself scary. I was in library from morning 10 going through some research papers and chatting with friends online. I dint have my lunch as well , called one of my friend for coffee but even he turned down the invite. I slept for some time and then grabbed a cup of hot chocolate. It was chill and cloudy and hence hot chocolate was like the apt thing for that moment. I entered the class and occupied a seat. In five minutes around 7 students were accumulated in the class. When the clock was showing 3.15 Professor Ubhaya entered. The course was Algorithm Analysis. This professor is very thin and I was very curious to know how he teaches like most of them in the class. Introduction to the subject went on well. I was having nice time as I had the company of my hot chocolate along with time and space complexity. I could feel the chocolate entering my throat, passing through my food pipe and landing in my stomach. Every sip of the chocolate was felt and enjoyed and so was the lecture. Every bit of what professor was explaining was easily grasped by my brain and enjoyed. Things went on very smooth until 4.30 and then I started feeling uneasy in the class. I felt my professor was not prepared for the class. After 4.30 whatever he spoke was not making much sense for me. I felt he was randomly speaking and it was more like he was speaking in a pseudo language. Just few minutes prior to that he had told something about pseudo code as well. He had to leave at 5 as he had some work. I strongly felt that after 4.30 even he was not happy in the class, he was also thinking about the place where he had to go after 5.
I was very disturbed after 4.30 and the reason was I had gulped my hot chocolate and I found my cup empty. This was the main reason for my restlessness and the coincidence was professor had brought a tumbler of water when he entered the class. Even that was empty at 4.30: p after 4.30 everything went off track because my hot chocolate, his tumbler of water and the topics for which he was prepared everything came to an end !!

Oye !!

I just realized that I believe in short and sweet happenings in my life. I enjoy them at that moment before they are lost forever. How many of us are struggling to make a better tomorrow. We sacrifice today so that we can enjoy tomorrow. How many precious moments have we already lost just because we were so busy in thinking and planning for tomorrow that we ignored the present small things which could have made us content.
Suddenly if you realize that you can never see tomorrow, because the world will end tomorrow. Then what would happen. Simple most of us will still make sad face and be anxious that we put so much of effort to make a better tomorrow. Even at that point we might not realize that this is our last opportunity to enjoy, smile and be happy. This is general tendency of people.
One of my friends always used to tell me that I only live for the current day. I never think of tomorrow. I never plan for the coming days. And I say there is no necessity to plan for tomorrow. You have to be dynamic. You make yourself very flexible that irrespective of the situation which might come in future you will be capable enough to handle them and still manage to remain happy. This friend of mine loves planning but in the process he fails to enjoy the present day.
Enjoy the small things like watch movies , go to pub , get wet in rain, eat loads of ice cream, eat junk food, scream , sing , dance , waste time, just lie down and do nothing, tell your dear ones how much you love them , stop creating boundaries between you and the rest of the world, do things which you want to do , start living life for yourself , start dreaming , drive your favorite car , go for fishing, go camping , go trekking , go shopping , go visit your dream destinations. Unlock your wild imaginations. Do everything which you want to. Stop telling yourself that today if I restrict myself tomorrow I can do better things. No one has seen what tomorrow is like. But you know how the present looks like. Live it!!
Oye is a movie which I recently saw. I found so many similarities between the lead actor and myself, which I felt like writing in this blog.
There is a small section for all those who are in love and who don’t want to be in love: Love is a special feeling. It is a collection of countless short and sweet memories and moments. If you are already in love then do not fail to spot any of these small moments. If you are running away from love then stop as soon as possible. It’s amazing to realize how you can make other person happy. Every person has this capability of loving another person and making that person feel special and wanted. Do not waste this characteristic which is given by god to everyone. I keep telling a person not to worry too much and enjoy the current moments. Hopefully he realizes it before many moments are lost.

Manipulative / Crazy System

I was filled with loads of dreams of higher studies…..
I stepped in to a bank with no influence, no relatives in bank. Gathered all information and methods to apply for a loan after waiting for long time. I filled in all the forms and submitted; my application was placed in some column of a table and completely forgotten about. Then after few days when I went back to the bank the loan manger had changed and this person was not only new to the bank he was new to the loan procedure as well. When I enquired he was unaware of all rules related to education loan and he was the loan section manager. Yes it is kind of funny. He asked me to talk to the assistants over there. Sometimes it’s easier to meet VIPs but it’s difficult to talk to this assistants. They behave like they are loaded with tasks and they are very productive and busy. I don’t see a single person enjoying his work. Everybody is performing the tasks as if it is a penalty for some sin that they have committed for.
Customers are gods that is what I have been taught in my professional life but here none of the customers were treated like one. God like was far, they were not even treated like normal human beings with some due respect. Unless you had loads of money and there was a potential chance for the bank to gain an FD from you they really never cared for customers. These guys had rewritten their mantra “Customers are god “conditions apply * : p
I had my patience being tested which I lack. I had to wait for hours to just ask one simple question from these assistants. And after waiting for long hours when I shot questions I was shot back with rude replies and sometimes just blank face (clearly ignored). Somehow I managed to fill the application form second time and submitted it to the new manager. This application went to the head of that branch for approval. She opened my dad’s account and checked his balance. He is retired and hardly has any transactions. This was the reason to reject my application. Nowhere in the rules was it stated that my dad should have a specified number of transactions in his account. This rule does not exist it was created on the fly. I requested the head to look into my mother’s account and she had good number of transactions and a decent amount of balance in her account. But this was clearly ignored by this head. Yes this is India still dad’s account is important not mother’s. In spite of mentioning that the property which I will be using for loan is in my mother’s name and she will be the nominee they had to bring in my father’s account into picture and create a silly rule to reject the application. Even after this I told the head I will transfer all the money from mother’s account to father’s account and we will have an FD made as well. She never agreed on anything. I was for the first time disappointed that none of my certificates and marks was of any use. It was just bank balance which actually matter. I never gave p tried in one more bank but nothing worked. My mother and I kept trying in this first bank to talk to the manager and convince her, she never entertained us. Every time her rules altered. Once it was my father’s account transaction, and once it was that the property was located far from the bank and next it was that we do not live in that house. Every time her rules and its version changed. Whereas the actual bank rule does not state any of these things. The property can be anywhere but has to be in the same city where the bank is located. There is no rule that the person has to live in that house. It only matters if the property legally belongs to the person whose name is been mentioned in the application form. The attitude of the bank people sucks to the core. They are not seated to serve people. They are placed over there to serve themselves, their friends and family members. They don’t realize the importance of their role; they have a wonderful chance of realizing student’s dreams. They have a beautiful job in their hand. But they fail to realize it. Drowned in selfishness and desire to make more money they manipulate the system to match their needs.
Loan came to a standstill but god is great I got assistantship hence I was not anymore in need of loan. But my VISA interview required me to show some hard cash in my account. Hence I did direct cash deposit to my account. The money was supposed to appear in the account the next day but it did not. I went to the bank to check why it was not appearing. There was a big drama to be enacted by the staff over there. The lady seated in the cash counter never answered. Every time I asked she told she did not know the reason but she has done whatever she was supposed to. The reason she gave me was that the system is still processing. And she was talking to a software engineer. I spoke to every possible person to ask why the amount was not appearing in my account and no one had an answer, instead they all had big red face and rude words for me. I moved from one counter to another based on their instructions. Each counter person blamed the other and redirected me to the next counter. Finally working hours were over and after that there were two continuous holidays and day after that was my VISA interview. I was not ready to leave the bank as it was mandatory for me to have that amount appear in my account. The bank failed to give loan to me and now it was refusing to show my money in my very own account. I was angry, frustrated and sad. I still ran from one place to another kept asking them to recheck and finally the problem was with the lady in the deposit counter. This lady who told system was still processing had forgotten to feed the data into the system. By mistake she had placed it in the drawer and forgotten. After she fed the data into the system it appeared immediately in my account and I left the bank. This was the worst experience that I have ever come across. My heart was beating so loud that day. I wanted to scream at everyone and tell them that they were not fit to work. None of them enjoyed their work, none of them looked serious. On that day they were literally playing with my future. Mistakes do happen but these people lacked every single attribute required to be in that job. Why are people like this? What is missing which makes them not realize the importance of their job? Who can explain them that they have a beautiful job to serve people, to help people and not to make faces at customers and shout at them.
I am seriously against this system. I feel online banking is much better. Let the software handle everything. At least it will not make faces and give rude answers. It will not make me wait for hours and chat with its neighbor program asking if it has bought any new jewellery or dress. It will not ask if I knew some relative in the bank. It will not create rules on fly and act selfish. It will just process my data, check for all constraints and do the transaction. What’s the whole point in having humans do the job when they lack all characteristics of human? Machines and software can do the same job faster and in efficient way.

Juggle with emotions !

Man is very complicated biologically. His composition is still 100% not understood. Reasons why certain things happen in certain way in human body is still unresolved.
His emotional configuration on the other hand is much more complex. He is known for his unpredictable behavior. Again and again he proves that his actions and behavior can never be judged. Sometimes I wonder what Artificial Intelligence is trying to achieve. AI is my subject of interest and targets on making the computer as smart and as intelligent as human being. Humans themselves fail to predict how they might react to some situations. For this reason AI was redefined as making computers rational not human like as humans are not rational always.
Two good people unaware of each other came in contact because of me for some common goal. There was a verbal commitment made between these two on the common goal. But due to unpredictable situation one of the people broke the commitment. The action was very much valid when you look at it from his perspective. The situation which arouse was least expected and occurred after the commitment was made. I was informed about this and I expected the other person to take it calmly and understand the situation. I predicted a wrong behavior. The second person took this very critically and blamed me as well. After few days things have reassured. But I still wonder why my prediction went wrong. Where was the mistake? Was it my mistake that I was un related to the commitment hence I dint see the matter as a dent for the second person. Was it the mistake of the person who broke the commitment due to some situation? Was it his responsibly to keep up his words irrespective of the situation. Or was it the mistakes of the second person who dint try to think this kind of situation can occur occasionally.
Or is it just human tendency to complicate simple things?
There was some bitterness between two intimate friends. Both wanted to talk to each other from long time. But when they spoke one among the two looked clumsy which made the other person upset. Hence the two had a small clash. The fight was resolved in no time. But after a day passed, the clumsy person named the upset person’s behavior as an act. Some things are crystal clear. The excitement that was there in a person was broken down by the other and it was obvious for that person to be upset. How can this get tagged as an act.
A person is always immersed in negative thoughts like what if he loses the job very next day, every other person who interacts with him wants to cheat him, and every other person in his life fails to understand him. He lacks positive thinking attitude. When someone tries to tell him to turn positive he hates that person as well.
I wonder why humans are so complicated. Sometimes they fail to catch others emotions, sometimes they fail to respond back and sometimes they predict wrong behaviors. My future research has something to do with human psychology. Hoping to find some answers.

Wherz summer ??

All days chilled, covered in snow
All days white , lacked colors
All days frozen , craving for life
All days wet , so damp
Where are those days where Sun is hard 
I am waiting for sun to peep
Waiting for those colorful warm days


Born in Bangalore , I have enjoyed the best climatic conditions all my life. Nothing has been too harsh .
But last few months there has been a great change. Witnessing -35deg , snow fall , snow storm , floods and continuous rain days together. All of a sudden I start praying for the sun to shine. I have never waited for summer to arrive , I am longing to see those sunny days

Surprise !

There is a reason behind this blog. It’s my roommate; her joy made me put this in writing. Few days back she got a pack of surprises from India. It was from her boy friend and her sister. It had various cute gifts and a letter written by her sister. She was so surprised and cried with happiness. There was one more incident that i can recollect where one my best mate sneha was surprised on her birthday by her husband. It was an awesome day for her. There were couple of surprises lined up and all were unique and sweet.

Surprises are such a pleasant thing it can put a smile on anyone’s face. Nobody can ever deny that they do not like surprise. It’s probably impossible but I expect some exceptions. I have seen every time how my sister’s eyes glows when she gets surprise gifts on her birthday, how my mom can’t stop smiling when she receives surprise gifts from us . One way to make your people feel special is just give them some good surprise once in a while, try and bring a smile on their face. It need not be too grand but something small which makes them feel good. For a day surprise your mom by cooking when she is gone out, get your dad his favorite music, buy your brother or sister a ticket for some movie which they love and want to watch, place a nice note with a fresh flower beside your spouse before he or she wakes up (I guess it is too romantic: p). I need not mention, there are lot more innovative ways.
The best surprise that I have come across till date was a visit to orphanage. I had gathered lots of chocolates and sweets. I also made few packs of goodies. Each of them contained items like pencils, crayons, stuff toys, key chains, color pencils and books. Then I dragged one of my best friends on his birthday to an orphanage. He had no thought where he was taken to and why. After we entered the place we saw few kids of all age groups from various parts of the country, there were around twenty of them. We all gathered and had fun, some started singing, some kids danced and some cracked some jokes. My friend distributed chocolates and sweets, he also gave away the goodies and in the end we had a group photo shoot. This photo was framed and given to him. He was really content that he made all the kids cheer for a while. Those young children were really excited to open their goodies. They sang the birthday song for my friend. This was a day to be cherished by me since my idea of surprise clicked and made my friend very happy.
Surprises are always the best gift. The fun in giving a surprise in incomparable!!

Keep surprising :-)

Signing off,
Resh

Nostalgia !!

School and College days were the best days..


After entering professional life , there has never been looking back .The only breather is weekends , no long holidays provided I apply them myself and some rear long week ends .
It feels incredible when I am back into College days enjoying the holidays. I get nostalgic sometimes.
I get those pictures of myself hiding behind library shelves, mechanical labs after bunking classes and somehow manage to break out from the class and enter cafeteria. I remember those days when we hanged out on the stair case near the class and felt it was the best place to hang out. Checking out everyone who passes by and passing weird comments and giggling for nothing. Trying to impress professors by asking senseless doubts. I was a little crazier to even randomly pick a problem from book and ask the professor to solve it. Fighting and quarrelling for 0.5 marks in a exam paper. Discussing answers after the examination just outside the exam hall and regretting for making stupid mistakes. Crossing fingers just before the results are announced, pray god for that damn 35!!
Getting ragged was fun as well. I enjoyed combating with seniors because they tried to rag my friend and ended up preparing lemon juice for them. I cribbed for one week when some senior of mine just grabbed gobi manchoori from my plate . I loved the way we freaked out during a rock show in our college. Enjoyed some boring classes by passing chits among friends in the class. Playing SMS SMS in class, finishing the lunch right infront of the professor , dropping the lunch box down the floor and looking at one another’s face and behaving as innocent kids . I was so perfect that I would stuff the food into my mouth but I was scared to chew it, funny wasn’t it ?.
Discussing some non sense stuff with friends , hanging out all night long and naming it combined study. I was so bad in night study that once to win a bet against a friend I had to literally hold my eyes open using my hand so that I won’t snooze . I hated these ethnic days as I really don’t know to wear a saree and it was the worst thing to happen . I used to wonder how girls ever survived in those saree. I have literally commented on every girl and their costume!! Trust me it was fun.
Small crushes and heart breaks were a part of these awesome days. Secret angels and its horrible effects, rose days and its gossips were just so pleasurable. College days will remain golden forever.
One step back and school days were little crazier. I had literally wounded every other person in my class. Piercing in to a guy’s face to prove him that my pencil was shaper than his, Tearing a boy’s book into pieces just because he spoke negative about my hand writing. I acted like a bond in the class!!. Home works were a punishment and I don’t remember a day when i have completed any of them. All day I sat in the back bench and ate chocolates and drew circles in my book and got near zeroes in exams. Followed were blasting from parents which was clearly ignored by my senses. I have no idea how I changed but thanks for the change. My school days were rocking too!!

Lost Love

Walking down in your life we meet many people. Some people leave an impression and some don’t. Some walk with you , some stay back and some go ahead. But there is one person who will continue to be with you forever. At least promises to be with you forever.
Life has never been simple and not all are fortunate enough to find the love of their life easily. There is a small story that I came across off late . This is about a person , this person found the Love of his life very easily . Had few conversations and realized that this must be the one . I cannot define exactly but some circumstances arose that did not let this feelings continue. The external forces were strong enough to stop this entirely. The external forces won and the love failed. This person continued to move further on, persuaded himself that it was nothing more than a dreadful choice. The circumstances were never content, they had to play a little further, they can change their behavior as they need and this time they recreated the special feelings again between the couple. The external force again came into light and there was one more victory feather added into the external force crown.
Days or rather years passed and one day this person thought for himself, he recalled his old memories and thought there must be some strong force behind which pulled him to that girl over again and again . May be destiny wanted them to be together but destiny never wanted the external forces to be beaten. Sometimes destiny is more mystified than we human beings.
On the other side the girl, the lost love of this person constantly loved this person irrespective of the effects of external force. The victory of neither external force nor any other force stopped her.
This is a point where destiny has got them together again with the external force . This time the victory will be ……..
This plot has been taken from a great movie , mixed with some known and unknown facts . If possible guess the movie . I have left the victory part blank as I need to evaluate whether LOVE should win or the external force and if they can fuse.

Erratic climate!!!

It’s been two months in US now. Far from my country, trying to enjoy my stay here. Trying to overcome the time zone difference, still in the process of overcoming jet lag.
When I came here the climate was freezing. It was very difficult for me to tolerate temperature of range -25 to -30 degree Centigrade. Then snow started melting, the temperature came close to 0 . Then there was showers sprayed by god , it rained day and night. It poured and pored for almost 3 to 4 days nonstop. As a consequence we faced floods. After the flood now the temperature is good and is close to 8 degree centigrade.
Being from a city like Bangalore where the climate is really fair I have witnessed all kinds of extreme climatic conditions in just a span of two months and it feels good that I was victorious in overcoming these dramatic changes. Human body is miraculous isn’t it?

Saturday evening with Bryan!!!

Just when I was low, thinking I cannot see Bryan Adams I saw a ray of hope. I got 2 tickets for the show on Saturday 20th February. It was Bryan Adams live concert. I was excited all week and finally that moment arrived. We went to the festival concert hall 30 minutes prior. The show was expected to start at 8. It was a very small crowd , there were not more than 500 people with average age being 40. Yes there were not many youngsters. I was little disappointed about this. Our seat was located quite far from the stage and was a balcony seat (mind you it’s the opposite of movies, here balcony costs less). My roommate was generous enough to join me for the show in spite of not being a big Bryan fan. We found our seat and as usual were commenting on people passing by. I turned to my right to find a 6 feet man next to me , he took out some tickets from his pocket and asked “ Are you a big Bryan fan ?” I dint hear a word which came out of his mouth ,as I was very scared and was only gazing at his hands expecting some knife to pop out and pierce into my flesh. It sounds silly but that is what I felt at that moment. He asked us to move down and offered us seats closer to the stage so that we could get closer view of Bryan. We immediately grabbed the opportunity and moved down. I was just 30 feet away from the stage. Few minutes passed by and then I saw this man coming on the stage with a black hat, a jean and black shirt, so simple and so handsome. He looked like a 25 year old handsome man. There was a roar in the hall. Everybody was clapping apart from me. I was busy looking at him and even at that point of time I thought it was all dream. My hand and feet were cold literally. His first track was run to you, an awesome track. After that there were many more. No breaks he stood there for more than 2 hours and delivered more than 20 songs.
He spoke in between the tracks, explained about the story behind the track. He has a very good sense of humor and is down to earth. Basically a Canadian and has visited and performed in almost all countries including India and Pakistan. He sang cuts like a knife, straight from heart, just for love, I need somebody. The best was when he sang “have you ever loved a woman” and “summer of 69”. I feel these are his best songs for ever. He is a multi talented person; he sang a song which he had written when he was 18. He used his guitar and mouth organ in parallel and created magic. There was nothing apart from guitar, mouth organ and his voice. But it was nothing less than DVD version of his songs. It was a delight, a treat to watch him sing.
When he sang “have you ever loved a woman”, he pointed at the audience and ended the song by telling “you got to love your woman”. He sang “never let go” which he had composed as a dedication to people who fight in war and protect their country. He has magic in his voice that I was so involved in his songs. I could never imagine that a person who is 50 years old can perform with so much energy and keep his audience engaged. He was always one of my favorite singers but now he tops the list. Bryan baba ki jai ho!!
I am in love with this bundle of talent! When he sang “ let’s make a night to remember...” I decided that this was indeed a night to be remembered all my life.

Narrow escape

I don't know how to start , because i am still not out of the shock and surprised that i still breathe.

We had great plans for the week end. We were travelling 70 miles away from our city to a neighbour city to visit one of our friend and party. I had never imagined that we will end up celebrating life , the fact that we are still alive!

We were discussing about the air bags and its advantages , i was busy looking out of the window and enjoying the view which had nothing apart from snow. There was a brisk snowfall as well. One of my friends was happily chatting over the phone and the other was busy driving. All of a sudden my friend exclaimed "Oh Shit...!!" , we all looked in front to find one humongous truck and a car. I had no clue what was happening. Our car changed the track and started sliding to the rightmost track from the leftmost track. We had two complete rotations and our car fell into the ditch with the right side of the car dumped inside the snow. All this while i had my eyes closed and prayed god telling i dint want to die. The worst moment , i had lost hopes of surviving and was very confident of hitting a truck or a pole and die on the spot. When all this happened ,our car was on the interstate at 100 kilometers per hour speed. Its beyond my imagination to think about the effects of hitting any object at that speed. For few seconds after the car got stuck in snow we were in silence. My friend got out of the car and was calling emergency , my other friend also got out of the car but i could not because the doors were locked. I was very scared and wanted to get out of the car.

The police dint confirm on the exact time of when they will reach to pull us out of the mess.We got out of the car and tried to remove the ice. All our effort were in vain because the car dint move an inch and the wheels of the car rotated on the same spot. After an hour of wait finally the towing truck arrived with the police and helped us out.
Later we travelled the rest of the distance at 20 miles per hour speed. After we reached our destination we celebrated . We celebrated because we had seen death visiting us and then taking an U turn. It is really scary to even think of being killed in such a horrible way. I am too happy that i am still here. I have decided that i will live my life full on, because you never know this might be the last time you enjoy... Live your life like today is the last day of your life.
Cheers!!!! :-)

LOVE

No one has yet found an exact definition for this term .

I love my family very much and i realized it very recently. One week i had no way of communication with my family. I felt isolated from them. During this period i realized that i loved them very much. So if you are in a fix to find out if you love an entity or not , the best way to realize it is stay away from that entity for some time.

LOVE has many characteristics :

It has no valid reason for its origin nor existence - Every time i ask myself why do i love ice creams i don't find an answer .

It has no expectation - In love one can only give and not bother about what one receives.

It is blind with respect to negatives - In spite of the entity being loved having all negative attributes which one hates , one cannot stop loving the entity.

It cannot be stopped - How many times and to what extent the loved entity hurts is of least significance. One still continues to love the entity.

It is not logical - It lacks logic hence it is not the product of our logical brain.

It is creative - One exhibits his or her creativity in love. Like the way Sidd prepares birthday cake with bread and jam on the fly in the movie Wake up Sid .

It is crazy - It can make one crazy for no reason. Like the way Maddy has chicken in spite of being a veggie in the movie RHTDM.

This list can grow longer and longer but i want to break it by stating that what ever it is , It is a beautiful state to be in .

I still wonder how do we define LOVE???

First Snow Fall

I was fighting with a rikshaw driver , was busy explaining him the importance of customer delight , ethics and blah blah.... and suddenly i opened my eyes! Yes i was dreaming.. I turned aside and picked up my tiny alarm clock. It was 9.30 am , Saturday 23rd January. I looked around out of my window to find one of the most beautiful things that i had wished to witness in my life. I had listed this in my bucket list and i can proudly say that i have accomplished it. It was snowing !!. Different shapes of cotton was flying outside and i wanted to run out and try to catch few of them. Yeah i execute what i think as well. I was in my bathroom slippers and pyjamas and i grabbed my little camera and ran out of my apartment to shoot this terrific thing. I was so excited that i dint realize that i was not even wearing a hat. I was busy shooting the snow fall and praising it every second. After few minutes i realized that my hair was covered with snow and so was I. Suddenly i felt frozen and ran back into my house to wear my hat . My roommate was shouting and asking to wear a jacket but i dint listen to any of those. I recorded my first snow fall and came in. It is a great visual and delight to the eyes but hard for the body to bear the freezing point.

I am happy that i did enjoy this moment to the best!