city RiDe my PridE

I wish I had all of bangalore to the original bangloreans (just friendly faces and familiar places all around) hope that one day all the outsiders will go back !! we've been good to them enough, only to get bitched! Though am neither an infosian nor a wiproer, I like it when some say..."neev software navarella bandu bangalore na haal madbittidira". I love my city for it being my home and also for its dimensions, dynamics, driveways, dareness, dtc.

I remember, we guys use to drive as far as coffee day(mysore road) for half a day and still miss bangalore! Guys use to call n say "its boaring maga, sigona" and we knew exactly where to go. I still get those weired yelling in my dreams when once I almost got hit by an auto while crossing the road and the driver goes "maneli helbittu bandidya!?!"

The best of all is when you get into a brawl in public and about 36 strangers gather around in a flash! atleast to watch, if not to help!
I badly miss the fun of the 3wheeler ride and gone are those days when I could tell the drivers rightuuuu leftuuuu and straightu and they knew the route, except once I told the guy to go straightuuu and yelled at him when he turned right instead...
....and he turns around and nods his head at me and tells me I should learn how to speak clearly because back then my "rightuuu" & st"rightuuu" sounded the same!
And oh..! the ultimate was when we guys use to hang out of BMTC on just one foot & still people said "swalpa adjust maadi please"...just to squeez a part of body in and the rest was taken care of for the remaining 23kms..!

PS: But still this is my Bengaluru my hemme (read as my city my pride).

Drunk wit thoughts

Its sort of hangover on one side but contemplation on the other. I am not complaining. Sadly, am being shaped thanks to a binge on confronting thoughts. Not just thoughts, but random thoughts and too many of them. I get my senses back on reading pass “success is not final, failure is not fatal but its the courage to continue that counts” and suddenly my mind gets cornered in silence on coming across life instructions: have fun; do not hurt people; do not accept defeat; strive to be happy.. god what next..!?! I just whisper 'yes I can' unlike senator Obama.
Then, I start feeling jingoistic on watching “S**M D*G Millionaire”, not because it swept OSCARS but because the way it projects my motherland. Now, to get out of this trauma I move on to listen this song that am obsessed with lately. Following this, I start thinking what keeps me actively lazy and I am bestowed by poseidon to transform my feelings into musical notes. Then, I get advice on sharing the regret with yet another thought; even before understanding the last, I get told “great works are performed, not by strength, but by perseverance” my mate.! nOw I am forced to an agile conclusion that, 3 W’s (weather, women & wine) are highly unpredictable..! and I need to get this copyrighted under my name. Oops..! am done with a bottle of white excuse me till I get a bottle of red…

PS: Am not drunk, the thoughts are.!

Me moving on..

Sometimes in life I did decide to walk through distinct path, in my own way to achieve goals and while traveling along, I observed the funny nature of life which forced me to drift apart and take shortcuts. And all along the way I have met people who let me see a different perspective of life than my own preconceived notion only to realize that we don’t live in the world of reality but in the world of how we perceive reality.
When I try to reminisce about the left behinds, I feel happy for what ever that I am today. But, I am still learning how not to hide myself in my own sheltered little world and just imagining things to happen or wish for the life I want, instead, mold myself to hold the command on life ahead.
From my dairy of lessons learnt, I love to ink down a few lines and the very first one would be – don’t wait for people to be friendly, show them how; And like me, start believing in luck, for how else can we explain the success of those who win over us.

Pride n Prejudice

What an event so far the Beijing’s Olympics has been to us the INDIANS. A long and impatient wait for 56 years now, to replace the Bronze with glittering Gold. It’s a shame to know our 1st independent gold medalist died fighting for his pension on the other hand thanks to 24/7 media which has made the new national heroes storm into crorepati list already.
If questioned how many medals India would win, my heart would answer 1 more than the hosts but my mind pointing to India’s great contribution for the Mathematics. However, the fact lying between and my sole satisfaction about the fact is that our eternal rivals, the Paki’s, have drawn a big blank. I’ve been contemplating most of the times & keep on wondering what is it with our athletes.!?! When Chinese can train a 6-year-old gymnasts to do 100 sit-ups, In India child rights activists would have filed a petition complaining of child abuse.
And yet, for the 1st time there is a genuine belief that India’s next Olympic gold wont take so long and undoubtedly there are many more Kumars and Sainas waiting to be discovered.

P.S: Why not Bollywood big shots do something about this? With context to IPL.

Mission Marriage

Since most of my classmates are geared up waiting in queue to tie the knot, I thought of penning down few words, which I observed during my recent conversation with them. I was amazed by the way, ‘girls to be aunties’ analyze the lifestyle of guys. Adding to the surprise is age that expire both for girls to be aunties and guys to be uncles desperately in search to tie the knot or get tied. Then what after expiry date? Its sort of taboo, at least among us Hindus, which is not amenable by me.
Top reasons for this jiffy nature that I came across were that, Females feel its safer to have pregnancy before they are 26 n also by 25 they start feeling older & are scared of loosing that girlish charm on their faces and most importantly worried about their figure n weight. Cheers! I never knew all these or at least I pretend so. Males specially software engineers, it seems they are scared of their average sperm count which happens to be slipping down like Dimple Kapadia’s clothes these days according my friend which he explains here. Well everyone has their point to prove but at this point of time I would say make love, not war & when you feel like experiencing both, only then get married.

living with reservations

Its always been an embarrassment to hear & answer this question. As for “who asked it?”, I suggest not to be concerned about as long as you believe you have answered. And weather its right or wrong? Is debatable.
“If you believe in a casteless society, every major step you take must be such that you move towards a casteless society. Unfortunately, the step we are taking today in accepting the mandal report, is a caste formula. While accepting this reality, we must dilute that formula and break it by ADDING SOMETHING to it. Even at this late hour, there is time to pull the country back from caste division”.. & continues. Any idea who told these words? Well its none other than our late PM Mr. Rajiv Gandhi.

After 60 years of so called “In-dependence”, our current political leaders graduated from ‘Gandhi School Of Politics: A politics of convenience, not always of conviction’ are still ADDING SOMETHING only to increase the reservation quota which is a shame. When having reservations for the past 60 years have not contributed to developing INDIA, then why still have it!?!