Friday, August 24, 2012

Ring in the Weekend

After a tough day at work on a Friday...(well the customers are always right!!!! yes sir! I do agree) and ending the week in a pretty grumpy mood, what best to begin your weekend than to just browse through your old Music collection and just sit and let it suck you into the mesmerising world, away from all the REAL WORLD.
It is fascinating how music can be such a de-stressing agent! has always been and there are rarely any exceptions to this.
Pink Floyd, Metallica, RHCP, Iron Maiden... to go with it some really cool Hindi numbers... just cheers you up..


Just sums up the Mood ! :)

CHEERS! and Happy Weekend.


Thursday, April 29, 2010

Bangalore Roads... An Experience



It has been more than 3 years now, since i landed back in Bangalore. As I go into the rewind mode, i realize that other than Home and Office - my second home, Bangalore Roads have turned out to be my Third home. I spend good number of hours driving on Bangalore roads, negotiating the traffic but today I suddenly realized that it has actually become a part of my life. I am sure I would miss traffic and Miss the drive on this insanely crowded roads in Bangalore, whenever i move out of the garden city.

Each day i look forward to my long drive to Office and back, with my wife giving me company for a good part of the journey. The day I am not behind the wheel, i begin to miss the ride with my wife and not only that I also miss those RJs and MJs who have given me company, every minute I have spent driving on Bangalore roads. Insane Prithvi and Rakesh, Lovely Melody, Rocking Saggy, Dude Barker, and those unintentionally funny Regional channel RJs :). There are times when i can predict which song would be queued up and eagerly wait for my favorite number to be played. Enjoying the drive singing along and experiencing Sun, Wind and Rain truly makes the drive worth while.
Each day on the road is a new experience. Predicting which road will be crowded, which Signal can be avoided and eagerly looking out for small space in between vehicles to just sneak ahead, hours spent on Wikimapia trying to figure out any alternate routes, makes the whole Process a lifetime experience. Those countless number of hours spent waiting at the Signals, hours spent crawling in the traffic, hours spent occasionally zipping through empty lanes are truly an experience that will rest with me for long. At the end of this the satisfaction of reaching your destination makes your drive worthwhile, if I may say so :)
There are other incentives as well when you spend so many hours on the road like, checking out chicks on the road while you wait at the traffic Signal ;) looking at couples and trying to figure out from their expressions whether they just had a fight or not :) looking at those pizza delivery guys trying to sneak through so that they can deliver the pizza within the time limit and probably betting if they will or not :) staring at those Mamus.. who are just on the look out for a scapegoat to make some quick bucks... and so many other things which you would be doing unknowingly and when you start looking back at it, you slowly start realizing that Yes, this indeed has become a part of my life.
I thank Bangalore Traffic for what it has given me till now - the Experience - but all said and done, I would love to see it improve in days to come and wold love to see myself spend more time at my First Home than the third Home :)
Cheers! Bangalore still Rocks...

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam's Speech: A Must Read

I have three visions for India. In 3000 years of our history people from all over the world have come and invaded us, captured our lands, conquered our minds. From Alexander onwards. The Greeks, the Turks, the Moguls, the Portuguese, the British, the French, the Dutch, all of them came and looted us, took over what was ours. Yet we have not done this to any other nation. We have not conquered anyone. We have not grabbed their land, their culture, their history and tried to enforce our way of life on them. Why? Because we respect the freedom of others. That is why my first vision is that of FREEDOM. I believe that India got its first vision of this in 1857, when we started the war of independence. It is this freedom that we must protect and nurture and build on. If we are not free, no one will respect us.

My second vision for India is DEVELOPMENT. For fifty years we have been a developing nation. It is time we see ourselves as a developed nation. We are among top 5 nations of the world in terms of GDP. We have 10 percent growth rate in most areas. Our poverty levels are falling. Our achievements are being globally recognized today. Yet we lack the self-confidence to see ourselves as a developed nation, self-reliant and self-assured. Isn't this incorrect?

I have a THIRD vision. India must stand up to the world. Because I believe that unless India stands up to the world, no one will respect us. Only strength respects strength. We must be strong not only as a military power but also as an economic power. Both must go hand-in-hand. My good fortune was to have worked with three great minds. Dr. Vikram Sarabhai of the Dept. of space, Professor Satish Dhawan, who succeeded him and Dr. Brahm Prakash, father of nuclear material. I was lucky to have worked with all three of them closely and consider this the great opportunity of my life.

I see four milestones in my career: ONE: Twenty years I spent in ISRO. I was given the opportunity to be the project director for India's first satellite launch vehicle, SLV3. The one that launched Rohini. These years played a very important role in my life of Scientist.

TWO: After my ISRO years, I joined DRDO and got a chance to be the part of India's missile program. It was my second bliss when Agni met its mission requirements in 1994.

THREE: The Dept. of Atomic Energy and DRDO had this tremendous partnership in the recent nuclear tests, on May 11 and 13. This was the third bliss. The joy of participating with my team in these nuclear tests and proving to the world that India can make it, that we are no longer a developing nation but one of them. It made me feel very proud as an Indian. The fact that we have now developed for Agni a re-entry structure, for which we have developed this new material. A Very light material called carbon-carbon.

FOUR: One day an orthopedic surgeon from Nizam Institute of Medical Sciences visited my laboratory. He lifted the material and found it so light that he took me to his hospital and showed me his patients. There were these little girls and boys with heavy metallic calipers weighing over three kg. each, dragging their feet around. He said to me: Please remove the pain of my patients. In three weeks, we made these Floor reaction Orthosis 300 gram calipers and took them to the orthopedic centre. The children didn't believe their eyes. From dragging around a three kg. load on their legs, they could now move around! Their parents had tears in their eyes. That was my fourth bliss!

Why is the media here so negative? Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why? We are the first in milk production. We are number one in Remote sensing satellites. We are the second largest producer of wheat. We are the second largest producer of rice. Look at Dr. Sudarshan, he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.

I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert land into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news. In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are we so NEGATIVE? Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? We want foreign TVs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology. Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance?

I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is: She replied: I want to live in a developed India. For her, you and I will have to build this developed India. You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation.

Allow me to come back with vengeance. Got 10 minutes for your country?

YOU say that our government is inefficient. YOU say that our laws are too old. YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage. YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke, the airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination. YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits. YOU say, say and say.

What do YOU do about it? Take a person on his way to Singapore. Give him a name - YOURS. Give him a face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground Links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM.

YOU comeback to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity. In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU? YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai. YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah. YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds (Rs. 650) a month to, "see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else." YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 kph) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop, "Jaanta hai sala main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost." YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand. Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo? Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston? We are still talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country why cannot you be the same here in India. Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay Mr.Tinaikar had a point to make. "Rich people's dogs are walked on the streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place," he said. "And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels? In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan. Will the Indian citizen do that here?" He's right. We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility. We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms. We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity. This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public. When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, girl child and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? "It's the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons' rights to a dowry." So who's going to change the system? What does a system consist of? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbors, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr. Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand. Or we leave the country and run away. Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England. When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.

Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too....I am echoing J.F. Kennedy's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians.....

"ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY"

Lets do what India needs from us.

Friday, December 11, 2009

WEIRD WISH LIST...

I always have this tendency to look towards the sky when an Aeroplane passes by and i think, what if this plan just blew up now, right in front of my eyes, lighting up the skies in not so good manner?? well ...Thank God that hasn't yet happened. This is one of those weird things in my wishlist - watching a plane just blow up in the sky. While I was thinking of this today morning i realized that this is just one of those weird wishlist that i have. So i decided to put it down and just hope that none of them will ever come true.
1. Watching a plane blow up mid-air or a mid-air collision
2. Be in the middle of a no mans land during a war
3. Lost in a African Jungle
4. Be part of the troop battling against a Terrorist group
5. Witness a Tsunami
6. Be in a plane which is Hijacked ;)

These are just some of them, but i know i keep coming up with more of these weird wishlist or should i say Disaster wishlist every now and then and in the end pray that it never happens

Thursday, December 10, 2009

A Day in the INTERNET

A Day in the Internet
Created by Online Education

Intellectually Proficient PM of India ?

While i was browsing through my various Articles which i have subscribed to, I came across this very interesting article by T.J.S George, a veteran editor.

Worth a read.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

By T.J.S. GEORGE:

Among the Prime Ministers of India, who was the most intellectually proficient?

The temptation is to point to Jawaharlal Nehru, the Cantabrigian who conversed with Bernard Shaw andAlbert Einstein, who wrote classical books and masterpieces of English prose like the Tryst-with-destiny speech and the description of the Ganga in his last will and testament.

But, as in all human affairs, don’t glamour and charisma give an edge to Nehru’s appeal?

By the same token, doesn’t the complete absence of glamour and charisma in P.V. Narasimha Rao tend to hide his intrinsic worth? As Prime Minister PVN made himself notorious as the Mouna Muni, saying not a word when scandals rocked him and the country. His pouting lips were notorious too, but at least cartoonists loved them.

For all that, wasn’t he the finest intellectual who sat in the Prime Minister’s chair?

This is an inopportune time to bring up the subject of Narasimha Rao.

For one thing, the Gandhi dynasty’s penchant to bury non-dynasty leaders as immaterial has kept PVN in the forgotten category. Remember how his body was refused entry into the AICC headquarters, and how they turned down the family’s request for a site to bury him in the capital.

For another, Liberhan’s report on Babri Masjid demolition has revived memories of PVN’s inexcusable inaction when organised fanatics pulled down the mosque and unleashed a tidal wave of religious violence across the country.

But, inopportune or not, it has to be recognised that PVN remains in a class of his own as a thinker, writer and scholar.

His sense of humour was of the kind that only people of refined taste and erudition could have. A sample of this disarming attribute has just come to light throughMainstream weekly. In November 2003 he was to release a book on India-Pakistan by the late Nikhil Chakravartty, the most consequential editor of his generation. He was unable to do so and wrote the following explanation to Mainstream’s current editor and Nikhil’s son, Sumit:

“I am extremely sorry I cannot join you at your function on the 3rd. Because of excruciating back pain I have had to be admitted to the hospital just now. The treatment is simple: Lie on a flat bed, no one knows how long. There is no way I can move, except my moving along with my flat bed to the venue of the meeting. We are told that Lord Vishnu used to move along with his snake-bed, but I thought I would spare myself the responsibility of Godhood after what all I have already gone through as a human”.

Wit and wisdom came naturally to PVN, a master of thirteen languages who could read Greek, Latin and Sanskrit classics, impress Fidel Castro with his Spanish, speak Urdu stylishly, translate novels from Marathi to Telugu, from Telugu to Hindi, and give guest lectures in German and American universities.

He was an expert on classical military doctrines and a well-honed aficionado of music, cinema and theatre. He was the closest India got to Plato’s philosopher-king.

Look at the contrast.

Singularly unblessed men like Charan Singh and Deve Gowda have also sat in the prime ministerial chair.Ashok Gehlot’s Congress Government in Rajasthan today has a minister, Golma Devi, who could barely read her oath card and took three days to learn how to sign her appointment letter. And she is minister of state for nothing less than Home, Civil Defence and Rural Industries.

In Karnataka a wanton family that plunders the earth controls the Government. Unworthy men and women abound in Parliament. These are the realities that should make us grateful that a man like P.V.Narasimha Rao, warts and all, lived in our midst once upon a time.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

CALVIN and HOBBES



Calvin & Hobbes - Well I just love the series.
The innocence, the imagination and sometimes harsh truth about life that the series brings out just makes it so much more special.
Even after hours of sinking into this amazing series, i just cant seem to get enough of it.

Some of the conversations i absolutely loved:

Calvin: "The whole first half of my life is a complete blank! What on earth did I know that someone wanted me to forget?"
Hobbes: "I seem to recall you spent most of the time burping up."

Calvin: Dad, were there dinosaurs when you were a kid?
Dad: Oh, sure, your grandfather and I used to put on our leopard skins and hunt brontosaurus for all the clan rituals.
--- Just goes to show how Watterson wanted to portray Calvin as, gullible enough to buy all the outrageous lies that his dad told for all the straight questions... :)

Hobbes: "What are you doing?"
Calvin : "Being cool."
Hobbes : "You look more like you're bored."
Calvin : "The world bores you when you're cool."

Calvin: "I'm a simple man, Hobbes."
Hobbes: "You?? Yesterday you wanted a nuclear powered car that could turn into a jet with laser-guided heat-seeking missiles!"
Calvin: "I'm a simple man with complex tastes."
--Isn't this kid adorable ;)

These were some i could recollect right away, but the list goes on and on.

I always wonder what Calvin would be when he grows up, but who wants him to grow up anyways. Love this KID and would love to seem him as a kid. :).

I just stumbled upon a cartoon portraying a grown up Calvin :) a good one, but i am sure i would not enjoy seeing a grown up Calvin as much as I enjoy seeing the kid.



Thanks a Ton Bill Watterson for giving us Calvin and Hobbes.