dancing in the dark and a fugue in the fall

Warning: Graphic language in this post. Also, I might sound like I am gay-bashing, but let me assure you that I totally support their cause, and that I think they should be allowed to do what they want to do. or succinctly 'not gay but supportive' - a phrase I borrow form Demetri Martin. Civil liberties must never be impinged on. And, oh yeah, while I am at it; screw the government! and fuck Apple! as well.

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So there I was right? minding my own business, stumbling around, failing hard but failing quietly; unnoticed by anyone, well.. anyone who is a somebody at least, when all of a fucking sudden, out of the blue; bam! this person starts hitting on me.

What the fuck? I mean...wait a minute. This is surely not happening, not to me at least. I am not that guy, you know the guy that has this happen to him. Ever. I mean look at me, I can say such stuff without flinching or feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment, I am socially awkward and I look like crap.


What comes to mind when I think of 'being hit on' only, in real life; I am uglier and the woman is way shorter.

Well, if this is what it takes for me to experience female touch, right?


Typical reader's reaction to the previous comment of mine

So, here's the deal; the new sublet is basically an overgrown baby, he needs his elder brother to come and settle him in the new apartment, and this elder brother is the 'person'.

Wait. Let this sink in. So let me get this straight. The person. Who hit on me. Is. A. GUY, A MOTHERFUCKING GUY!!! OMFG this is fucking bullshit man. I mean I, like most people, like the odd bit of attention every now and then, but this is fucking ridiculous. I had consigned myself to the sidelines of everyday life, I like flying under the radar, going unnoticed is my specialty, so naturally I don't talk much to people and so the chance of being hit on is virtually nil. Now, this is fine by me, since I know that it ain't gonna happen, so I am content with my comics and my music and content being 'well known' among two or three friends, but then came along this dude like a real dude, with a dick! and he's hitting on me? This is some sort of cruel joke isn't it? and the worst part is that my gaydar is extremely under-developed which nicely segues us to the next part of my misadventure.

So, there he is showing too much interest in what I do, asking me to play the guitar for him, actually pretending to listen to my usual rapid-fire tutorial of progressive time signatures and the difference between Indian and Western musical instruments. and saying that I have a lot of hobbies pointing to the comic on my table and my skates on the ground. And I am all, 'wow, someone perceptive enough to notice all this, maybe I am finally getting the slight recognition I deserve' and that's when things got a little awkward, because right then my roomie sends me a ping on gtalk (from the next room) telling me that the dude is most probably gay and that is exactly when he comes and sits next to me; a little too close to me. So I hastily close my laptop lest he see that message and make up an excuse to leave the apartment.


My face when I realized what just happened.

With my rotten luck, I am even surprised I got worked up over this.

Nothing

This sad state of being
aggravates me to no end.
The form of my intent buried, unseen.
My mind wants what it can't have.
and my life; on the road to nothing
There is no rehearsal; and no retakes
This is what you have
and this what you'll get
this ordinary life bleeds me
while the truth promises no solace
and these that I hold so dear
just seem to disappear
and I try to hold on
but the rain in my head makes everything slip
I cry out for attention
but no one has an ear to lend.
I want to be someone else
but I know that this is not true
Now, I know what to feel
it makes it no easier.
I know how things will play out
I will do what I have to do
and then there will be nothing.

HNY

I stare at the Setting December sun,
its seen so many of these.
For some, its a time of happiness.
For some it's just a tease

There is a world, that, I've been told
where people seem to breathe
But what am I? cause truth be told
a man who cannot be.

-S.Meer

karbagisms - Religion

Fuck religion.
Yeah fuck all of you morons who believe in it.
oh wait, fuck god,
who the fuck does he think he is?
making a system that is imperfect
What is this shit? the low self-esteem prophet?
And what is all this bullshit about the sanctity of life?
it isn't fair, and it ain't pretty,
screw you do-goodie two-shoes
and all these bastards
whose parents you wish never met
who go prancing around;
like as if the whole thing
is so great and awesome, gay ass shit is what it is
I tell you.
if speaking your mind is a sin,
then book me a one way ticket to hell
I don't care of the consequences...
But this is really fucked up.
And I don't like it one bit.

embeeyay-schmembeeyay

Should I do my MBA in the US?

This is a question that quite a few people will be looking at right about now. This question will get really important for those who have already written the "CAT" one of the most erratic exams possible, and undergone the IIMs' strange application process and come out without the elusive admit. The first time I wrote the CAT was in my final year of Engineering. We took a train ride to Calicut as there was no center at Surathkal, and scored some kickass 'green' after successfully making the auto guy understand what it was that we were looking for.

I woke up the next day, smoked 2 blunts because the one I had made for a friend was refused by said 'friend' and took the auto ride to the center with a pen instead of a pencil, I had never seen the paper nor had I known how many sections it carried.

I scored a 97.7 percentile.

ha! and my classmates who are now working for McKinsey & Co after graduating from IIMB had studied for 2 whole years and scored somewhere in the 98 percentile range.

Anyway, I was disgusted after a few more attempts where I did poorly in the ENGLISH section *facepalm* and decided to write the GMAT where I scored 760 ;D

Now coming to the question I have asked and which is why you might have landed on my blog in the first place.

Should you do your MBA in the US paying so much money, and raking up so many loans?

NO.

Here is why:

Now you might say that I have vested interests in saying that, after all, i am here already and I would like fewer people to get here to compete for jobs. I could. But you'll just have to believe me, right?

I met a senior of mine a few days ago, he had graduated in May 2009, a bad time I agree, and he left back to India. He was generally frustrated at the way things had turned out for him. A near perfect GPA and with consulting experience and still no job. But he was lucky, he had a GA and was from a very rich family, so he could afford to go back, but I know other Indians who are working for free because they can't go back with the kinds of loans that they have. They are still struggling, a fact I see when I find then loitering around the campus in desperate need of a job.

it is very frustrating when all these companies state that they are equal opportunity employers and then state that they do not hire international students. You might think it is not that big a deal but it kinda hurts and then I suddenly realize how people subjected to racism might have felt.

There seems to be a sort of Anti-India sentiment that is brewing up within the general American populace, they won't say it out loud and in fact I have some extremely friendly and caring American classmates, but in general, they resent us coming here and 'taking' their jobs away.

The MBA is a strange degree, you learn so much in so little time that you have hardly the scope to understand what it is that you are learning. Employers recruit them not because of what they have learnt but because being selected by the schools and completing the course implies intelligence and hence employability. In this economy however, they don't want to experiment and are taking only those people who already have experience in the field that they are looking for. Which means that the MBA which is traditionally a career switching degree, has now become useless.

With the drop in jobs this time the H1B visa quota might have gone unfilled, but the cap is still way too low. The American people under Obama, who is ironically more conservative that the republicans in this issue, seem to have forgotten what it is about this country that makes it so great; its willingness to accept any one from anywhere and the opportunities it provides them to achieve their goals and benefit everyone else. But with the populist decisions that Mr. change is making, I really don't know if it will not come around and bite them in the ass somewhere later down the line. Limiting the flow of talent from other countries to your's is not a good thing. Do they not know this?

I have a lot more to say, but I do not have the time. So unless you have a huge scholarship or a GA do not come to the US, or else you will be left second guessing yourself everyday, like I do. And for that apply early. The guys who have GAs in my class have fewer years experience, and lesser grades and scores in the GMAT than I do, the reason they were selected was because they applied in the first round and I in the third. Do not delay.

If you come from a poor family, write the CAT again and again until you get the seat. I will be getting back to India with an EMI of about 70k per month, how do I plan on repaying this? I have no clue and it scares me.

Now, don't get me wrong again, I like this country a lot, but I feel that they are losing their way and I don't want that to happen.


The sign, for foreigner, on the door to america

Incredibly absurd India. Part 1.

India.

My Great Country!

4000 3000 7000 heck I don't know lets just say 6000 years old!

'invented' the zero

Future Economic power

Largest Democracy

Friendly People

Let me show you a glimpse of my glorious India, the 'bulund bharat' the land of peace and prosperity. The one that people like Max Mueller and Francois Gautier fell in love with. The land of non-violence, where kids respect their elders and women are treated like gods, where the gods are merciful and the water; clear. Let us see what people have done to it.

Now, it will be impossible to have a comprehensive list of all the things that I want to talk about so I will focus on the ones that come to mind and will add the rest as they arrive. I don't get paid to write this, but I want you to read it. I want it to enter the collective conscious.

1) Athiti devo Bhava

Which is in sanskrit, that almost meta-physical language, the devbhash: the language of the gods, an almost purely synthetic language with an astonishingly modern structure to its grammar, it translates to this: "The Guest is equivalent to God" or something similar. My high school Sanskrit is quite weak as I studied it for just two years in Mangalore.

This saying is a part of the national identity, we are proud of this fact and realize that it is an uncommon sentiment, one that merits admiration from the rest of the peoples of the world. Heck, we even welcomed the Central Asian hoards who basically pillaged the entire subcontinent for a few hundred years.

That we still follow this tenet is remarkable, I have placed a map below to illustrate how we put this ancient, nay! over 6000 year old principle to practical use, thereby cementing our nation's place as one of the leaders of the future:



This is a map which shows the states that have the tourist police stationed there. Tourist police who? I don't really know, I had never heard of them, apparently they do exist. All of these states reported Cases of Rape and Molestation of Tourists in 2008, this does not mean that the other states did not. The article that I 'borrowed' it from states that the 'tourist police' is quite impotent or shall I say 'spunkless?'

Remember Bittu Mohanty? the rapist son of a DGP of police who raped a German Woman and then skipped bail? Whatever happened to him? I guess he must be stalking some other tourist to have his way with. A cursory search on google gives the following results:


No less than the Supreme Court of our country moved to stay his father's arrest, even though he was the one who posted his son's bail and I assume that he would have given some sort of surety. So there, fuck you OJ, we can do the same here in India.

Interesting to note is the result at the bottom which tries to make it look like the case was blown out of proportion just because of the victim's skin color, because you see, otherwise, getting raped is no big deal. Try telling that to the families of the victims.


Awww... Don't call it rape, it is not rape, we here in the department like to call it 'surprise sex' It is harmless, really and besides those white women were asking for it. Also, see this train? do you know why its windows are shut? * wink* * wink*


Perhaps the ultimate clincher for the police is the peculiarly Indian; experience, wherein the second one sees a policeman, one starts to feel guilty. And if you are involved in an incident when one decides to arrive, then god help you.

Amusing Anecdote #1: The other day, a drunk man entered our garden to lie down. After repeated attempts to evict him proved futile and instead made him belligerent, I called the police number 100. The guy picked up after 2 minutes and upon my explanation, said that he would send the police and cut the call before I had a chance to tell him my address. And that was it. They never came. Or they went to someone else's home.

Rant in 'screw this country'

Okay, Now I have had it and am outraged!

I have tried to be politically Correct, and have tried not to be quick to generalize things, but the Delhi blasts which took place today afternoon, have made me change my mind. I am going to break the rule that I generally follow, and it is in seething rage that I write the following lines:

I sincerely believe that organized religion is for suckers, I really do, but the people who follow a religion that condones killing innocent people in its name are seriously retarded and dare I say primitive in their thinking. They say Islam is a religion of peace, Fuck that, I am not so sure anymore. This steady onslaught of terrorist attacks the world over, is constantly attacking my thought process which calls for an unbiased view, and seems to be knocking some sense into my head, making me realize that perhaps; all religions are not equally bad, and that said religion is actually violent.

I pity and loathe the Indian Govt. and the political system in place in our country; possibly the biggest failures that our country has seen. How many more serial bomb blasts do they need to finally wake up and do something about the laughably primitive security arrangements and the absolute incompetence that our ironically named "intelligence" agencies consistently keep showing ?

Our nation's prompt knee jerk reaction to 'condemn' the act and dole out superficial compensation to the victims and their kins is just NOT enough.

To Illustrate: The President of the country prathiba patil condemned the blasts and condoled the loss of lives in the "mindless act of violence". Oh really madam president ? we seriously did not know, thanks for enlightening us and reminding us that the bomb blasts are actually a bad thing, sheesh! what were we thinking all along ?

All these factors, today, led me to state clearly and in unequivocal terms that I, karbage, am ashamed to be a citizen of this country, and that in my view, our country is a total and absolute failure.

In more stern words: OUR COUNTRY IS ONE BIG FUCKING PUSSY!

I saw a program recently where they said that the PM is one of the most educated people in our country and that the view of his being a soft almost wimpy PM is unfounded. To the fat bitch who said that: SCREW YOU! I think the man lost his cojones a long time back, no wonder he sounds like a tranny.

In fact, I think I should be grateful to the people who orchestrated this attack, for they have truly exposed India's pathetic incoherence, and its need to shape up, or be shot out of existence.

Oh also, I leave for Jharkhand next week, and will be back only after a week or so.

Time is precious.

I have a can of coke and a smoke with me, and it is short story time.

[but only because there were no negative comments the last time around. Oh btw, I am experimenting with a new super short story form, called a 'ustory', where the limit is; "not more than a few sentences, and it should get some information across, while not feeling 'incomplete' "]

Dulcinea.

Fucking hell.

Even the devil must have dozed off by now.

The least she could do is talk to me.

Sleep is killing me and the road seems to be behaving erratically,

I hate my car.

I guess she doesn't care much for her own life either.

Her boyfriend sleeps like a log, just my luck.

I can imagine the look on my friends' faces when I tell them about this.

They are gonna yank my legs until they fucking detach.

I am such an idiot!

Yes, I am.

"At 4! The night of your exam? are you retarded ?"

And crap!

I missed it... missed the exam... yeah, I did.

Why?

Well... You know.

But she doesn't.
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Edit: corrected 'dosed' to 'dozed' (metaphysical irony! )

Ode to my Cigarette.

Kurt Vonnegut described smoking [pall Malls] as a classy way of committing suicide.

Most people forget why they started smoking in the first place or why they continue to do so because if you ask them, they'll almost definitely say that they don't feel the kick anymore.

Maybe it's Physiological, maybe its Psychological, maybe it's neither, but they do feel good to smoke.

As for me, I feel that the reason I smoke is definitely psychological in nature.
Here I describe how I feel when I smoke, feel free to close the window if you don't feel like reading this.

Ode:

I had just found out that my one little dream had been shot down
shot down even before it had a chance to lift off of the ground.
Squashed like a wingless insect.
My sister; is in the living room
she's watching some crap on the television.
I have to smoke a cigarette, that would calm me down,
help me overcome another devastating setback.
I lock my room, get into the loo.
I feel safe away from people.
There is no draft no breeze,
the surroundings silent from the lack of any kind of motion.
It was serene and calm.
I moved slowly to avoid disturbing the tranquility of the air.
I see myself in the mirror. How did it get this way ?
The problem is before me, smack on my nose, as is often said.
I light the match, its more romantic than using a lighter
The lighter with its garish plastic
and aluminum foil parts and its dead flame.
The flame dances, inviting me to its deadly warmth.
A devil it may be, but not one in disguise.
I light the smoke, and take a drag while I watch myself in the mirror.
The lit end; a beacon of the very life that is in me.
I watch as I slowly kill myself, the classy way!
Does this count as suicide ?
I see the plume of smoke disappear into my face.
Its full of poison, and it only harms me,
but at least it is honest.
It has no human faults
but has a life of its own.
I savor the feeling of self-destruction,
while I think of opportunities past.
I stare into the mirror but look into the distance.
I exhale, slowly, I want to watch the smoke leave me forever.
The smoke is my friend.
It exits, and swirls around, I wish I were high right now.
It dances and it mocks me,
it dances like a victorious warrior.
It trips and it overturns, fighting with itself,
Could the most beautiful flower in the world
beat its natural elegance ?
I would think not.
I have no regrets,
I take in another drag.

Its time is up, I extinguish it.
I will however never forget it.
It may be a one-night stand
I may be in an abusive 'relationship'
but at least it is not fickle.
I can have one when I want to.
And in the long run that is all that matters.

Dust Dog

Warning! : Dry philosophical subject matter(with an emphasis on movies), do not read if easily bored.

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I have never liked Dustin Hoffman for a whole lot of reasons, including but not limited to say, His humongous nose which looks like it's big enough to hide a jumbo fucking jet in, or his completely accurate portrayal of a savant in Rain Man which I somehow see in every performance of his.

But all that changed when I saw Sam Peckinpah's 'Straw Dogs' a few days ago, Sam Peckinpah is the sort of guy who makes the likes of 'Brad Pitt' or 'Ben Affleck' look like 8 year old girls with an infatuation for NKOTB when compared to the tough guys in his films. Obviously this tends to polarize his viewers with an even split between his rabid critics and his rabid fans, I belong to the latter.

What is so frightening about the movie is the fact that the fate that Hoffman's character suffers may very well be inflicted on any one without exception. Here is a quick list of the things that go wrong in his characters life;

1) He is a bespectacled American mathematician
2) His hot English Wife likes to show off her hot body to the local repairmen
3) She cheats on her husband with one of the said repairman
4) Due to complications of that tryst, she is raped by another
5) She doesn't reveal this to him
6) Due to an entirely unrelated turn of events, the same repairmen try to kill him, while his wife sides with the enemy
7) The guys attack his house, destroying it completely
8) All of this because he does what he feels is right.

Now, imagine this kind of a thing happening to you, and I can see why you would think twice before taking up mathematics, being Dustin Hoffman, marrying an English woman or even going anywhere near England.

This has got to be the most sympathized character ever played in history!, and to think that all his character wanted to do, was write a book on mathematics.

The movie is one of those which will have you wondering at the nihilism inherent in society which drives the otherwise cowardly mathematician to shoot\stab\pummel\tie\burn 5 thugs to death.

Add to this the meta-Irony of the director being labeled Misogynistic and misanthropic, and the movie is bound to be a difficult one to watch. So if you are tired of watching man-boys like 'Mathew McConaughey' or 'Will Smith' make fools of us all in mega-blockbusters, then this is the movie for you.

A girl once asked me why I equate real life to movies ? She was of the opinion that they weren't related, She was wrong. When they are not related, it isn't art, it's pornography.

Dread and the restless mind.

I love the blistering summer.
because it makes even plain water taste like heaven.

And you know what scares me most about death ?
that after it happens, I will stop being me.

A wasted opportunity is the saddest thing in the world,
for what is done is done and can never be undone.

Suicide. Mine.

My last Farewell.

I gave up today. I just did. Personally I found this strange because I always though that I would experience a life changing event, if at all, and that that would eventually push me over the edge, a disaster that sucks your 'will to live' and leaves you barren. It never came, I just found myself bored and unmotivated one fine day, while I played a song on my guitar, and that is when it struck me that life, for me, had lost its sheen. Quite a bummer actually, but what can you do ?

It has always 'rained' in my head. I would, all the time, feel the presence of ominous gray clouds ready to dampen any sunny thoughts I'd have. But I always figured that it would get better. I'd tell myself that it would pass and leave me be. I can't do that anymore I can't pretend, everything seems so sad and just pathetic, and I know that things will only get worse. Like an unexpected death. Why do I feel that you won't be laughing at this joke of mine ?

When I was younger I had naively thought that when I grew up, and became a 'grown up' I'd have all the answers, there would be no more dark places where you didn't know what kind of danger or happiness lurked, but I was wrong. Growing up only made things worse and more complicated. And the worst part of all of this was when I realized that I had become an adult, and that I actually liked being a kid. Too bad we can't turn back time.

I gave up hope today, that hackneyed overused concept which paradoxically enough is not often mentioned, yeah, the same 'hope' that blinds us to live, to kill, to hate, to wish, to smile. Maybe we are all scared that we'll jinx it by talking about it.

My last wish is that when it finally does happen, my life flashes before my eyes as they often say it does. And then... I won't know what hit me

This is what I want.
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Listening to 'Llorando' - Rebekah Del Rios


Warning - First of all, this is fiction, so take it lightly. Secondly, this a depressive post, do not read if you are bothered by such things.
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Disclaimer - Truth be told, I never intended to write this disclaimer for the post that is to follow. The very purpose of the 'letter' was to see how people would react. I wanted it to be a sort of 'shock' because generally, people think that events out of the blue only happen to other people. Never to themselves or to the people they know and I wanted to see how you'd react, but then, I feared that I might be accused of resorting to a cheap trick, a gimmick to increase my 'readership' if such a nonsensical thing doth exist, and if so whether it would be possible to expand something beyond its natural seams. If I start explaining everything, then I am afraid that my fucking disclaimer will grow to be bigger than the post, sort of like how the trailer for a movie always looks cool, but the real thing turns out to be a damp squib leaving you hugely disappointed at the end.
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Lier [sic]

So this girl asks me 'Have you ever been on a date' (to the naysayers who can't believe that a girl would talk to me; she was just being polite. Also, I was distinctly aware of this fact while having this conversation with her)

And being a very bad liar who couldn't lie to save his own skin, I tell the truth.

I say 'No'

Which was not so bad because she was kind enough to 'defuse' my embarrassment by saying something.

This led me to think, that something must be done about this.

I wouldn't want to be in such an awkward situation again.

After giving it serious thought and by analyzing and weighing the various methods by which I might ameliorate the problem, I have come to a conclusion so as to how I shall fix this 'issue'.

Although, I am going in for the easiest option, It is not going to be easy, but it has to be done.

I have decided to learn how to lie and say 'Yes' in the future.

:D

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Listening to 'Brand New Start' - 'Alter Bridge'

Zoso, you were right.

It was late.
I looked inside.
I found a secret.
A secret for my eyes.
while a sad song played somewhere.
then I remembered the 'mess', things were in.
The song now felt different.
had it changed ?
No the song remains the same.

Ode to You

Welcome!
Welcome to my blog,
my very own embarrassment.
It is like no other.
Yet, its another among millions.
It might infuriate you.
It might leave you unmoved.
It is mine, altogether mine,
and I have no excuses.
You might never be back,
never remember it again,
Yet I appreciate you
For the sole reason
that you came here once.
Lent me your ears,
albeit for a while.
Maybe, some other time,
this mightn't have been the end.
You and I could have been friends.

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Listening to Runaround - blues traveler

Dark Gloomy Sunshine.

Disclaimer: The following post is quite depressing, please do not read it, if you,like me, get easily depressed\blue\etc... and would not like your 'holiday mood' to be destroyed. Cheers :)

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It is Sankranti again. When we were little, this was an intensely happy time. There were no worries that ate into your peace leaving behind gangrenous unhappiness, 'Pay Package' was an innocent verb back then, now it is a freaking noun. A dark sinister noun. Having fun meant forgetting your problems if any, now it means spending money and faking laughter with untrue friends.

On other days, you see poor little boys with their oversize and torn t-shirts and their soiled pants, who have miserable expressions on their faces, you feel pity for them, yet during sankranti, you see the same kids flying kites, happy as anyone can be, happy as anyone ever was, perhaps now, they pity us and our staying at home, and our bland food at expensive new restaurants. Life is not a burden for them it seems. It is not too much trouble buying and flying a kite.

Ask a man who earns a gazillion lakhs per annum on the other hand, in his hot new Mercedes Benz with its Top-Of-The-Line features, talking into his blackberry mobile, 'would you come fly a kite with me ?', and he will say that he is tired, has been flying throughout the week and can't afford to waste valuable sleep time, flying a piece of paper, besides he pays big bucks for his stress reduction program and he can't miss that.

Yes, let us do that. Let us waste our one chance running after pieces of paper, while turning a blind eye to the serenity of our existence, and the value of the time we've been given.

In short, what I want to say is that there was a time when I loved holidays because it was a joyous time, now(Actually, when I was a 'generic software engineer') I love them because it keeps me away from work and gives me time on my own.
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Listening to Wild World - Mr. Big

From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step

Sartre and Sweets

Jean-Paul Sartre, one of the biggest names in existentialism talks about people in the modern age leading Inauthentic Lives. Now, to explain what that means, would take a book's worth of writing, however what he means to say is that, they don't really live their lives as themselves, instead they exist as just entities, as minions of this all-encompassing juggernaut, that modern life has become. This is a sentiment I too have expressed in some of my earlier blog-posts,

So, When I was working in my previous company at Bangalore as a 'Generic software programmer', people would generally send out a mail saying 'please come to desk no. so and so, because so and so has returned from the us\got married\birthday\pet squirrel died etc and therefore there are chocolates ' and there would be a mad rush for the goodies, where people would shove\hit\slide their way to grab as many of the treats as they could, in the melee people forgot friends, and everyone was an enemy. These were well to do people, behaving like they just landed in a boat from Somalia. And, as the icing on the cake, they would shake hands with the man\woman who paid for the chocolates, congratulate him\her with a fake smile, while secretly feeling quite jealous and hoping that they were in that persons place, Then they would realize that at least they got a fucking snickers treat out of the other guy's good fortune. Maybe they felt that they had successfully hacked away at his success, I don't know. This fake smile would then be reciprocated by the man\woman in question, who would probably be thinking 'who the hell is this guy\girl ? I never even knew they existed, who cares, all it cost me is a few cents, and I feel like I own him'

And, on the other hand is my new workplace, here in Hyderabad.
So, today I was teaching some third standard kids how to convert Kiloliters to milliliters, when this kid probably from either first or second standard, classes which I do not teach, comes up to me and gives me a candy, you know the mango flavored one's. It was her birthday it seems. The happiness in her face was very sincere, she wanted to give everyone a chocolate on her birthday, it didn't matter to her that her parents are poor, she didn't seem bothered That is who she is and she had no regrets. I felt ashamed taking the chocolate from her, I was probably getting a higher allowance during my engineering college days than what her parents might be earning right now. I felt ashamed that she could be so happy giving something to someone, while the only time we feel happy is when we get something.
And they say that adults are more sensible than children. Ha!
And are Human Beings basically good at heart ? Is that a stupid question or what ?

Here is a greeting card the kids presented to me, I feel really good, putting this up on my blog, they thought my name was Vijay all along, hence the vijay Vijeth. and inside you can see their initials. Beat that. Aha!

P.S this is the first time I have put my name up here on the blog. Don't really know why.