Heroes

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Every nation has heroes. Heroes who reflect where the nation will head to. Heroes hit that right nerve which creates the same emotion across societies. When a greater part of society does not have heroes, it means that the people do not have a benchmark, a height unattainable, a pass time to forget the drudgery of that everyday life and much much more.

What Ayrton Senna did in Brazil, what Lance Armstrong did in America etc are just some examples to create that effect.

Where are our heroes?

Hope the nation finds its set of heroes. They will drive the nation.

Sachin is one. But again, he is one. We need a Sachin or Dravid in every sport. In every other sport. In every sector. That is when I will start believing that a country like India can be a force.

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The Postal Network

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The Post:
Scribbled on paper today. Bought some envelopes. Finished scribbling. Stamps from the local store. Signed, duly or faithfully, even lovingly perhaps. An email would have been easier but this activity kept me occupied longer. There is something pleasurable about writing, wicked even. So I wrote after postponing many a times. I dabbled at named emails, voice over telephones, awkward meals and even approached a professional to seek help for this communication interlude that I had embarked upon as silence took me nowhere. So I spoke. Maybe to that elusive mother-ship that I once embark upon or even the one in billion chance of finding decrypting machine. But given the fact that I could not reach out, I today tried the less intrusive post people method.
10 posts cost me 50 bucks. And my budget for such a hollow experiment was 100, I undercut the budget by half. So much for initial set of constraints.
Final touches and I am done, I said to myself this morning. Stamps on the envelope. The from address and my alias-postal box. Then the big red container having many such letters. Drop them and that is it. After that it becomes all fuzzy and the control is lost. The postman with his blue bag comes and picks the letters. Delivers it the nearest post office. Then it is made it an even bigger heap, then sorted or vice-versa. Now trucks or buses or ships or plane. Then the heap again. Sorting and the postman delivers. Hopefully to the write person whom you intended it to reach to. But I had no such concerns, random as it was, I could not care less, then.
The Leak:
News: Anonymous letter on the move. Letter bomb? Stand up comedy. Prime time. Doctors, police officers etc with their opinion. My postal box. Break and open.  Some letters. Some bomb squad later some sympathetic letter, more  crass bashing of the author.
Blogs: Rip offs of the letter. More blogs. Even more comments. The punctuation happiness. And the abbreviated laugh.
Twitter: #postalmishap, #gmail, #loser
Facebook: Dear Mr postal man, Get a life, loser. 599 likes. Me wants posts today. Sigh, none. Hurt my feelings there postmaster. 818 likes. 40 shares.
SMS: Dude, watch the parody of the letter guy. LOL!!

My experiment with people has failed.7 people who got my letter had a wholesome laugh and earned some points on the idiot box. Maybe it is going to be on the year’s event or not. New postal processes in place as well. All bailed, every single one of them or could not care less. Most had opinions for me to go forward. The do’s and the dont’s. Thanks. Moral stories.

So much for the human touch. Now I walk and people will laugh, not at me but at me. I laugh with them.

Photography

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The expensive hobby which people like showing off. In most cases people cannot click to save their lives but they do exhibit their lenses and a DSLR. Weird photos are called art. Angles which make no sense are called new point of views. Narcissistic self portraits are ‘liked'”. The camera journeys through exactly 5 treks, a 10 minute one to an hour long ordeal into the wilderness, that is time away. Honeymoon, the better half can be missed, but not the image taking, time freezing equipment. If all the 3 are found together, then overtime clicks and umpteen poses orangutan, hands on the face, the face eating the sun (well, it is possible. Practice makes man perfect), the waterfall pee and the others. Photoshop means all of the above + more likes.

Click, click and upload on Facebook, Twitter, Chat rooms, dating sites etc. Update and like karma hits you and you reach one step closer to salvation. Nice pic. Whoa! Looking pretty. With some customary punctuation and some parenthesis, eg: [:), ;P]. After counting the likes, like the other photos. Return the favor. Once in a while put up the heroes photos to break the monotony, preferably from a movie release or the movie yet to release. Karma points++

Next organize photos, by date, by friends, join by happiness quotient. Sort it by importance. Take a backup. Curse Microsoft for making Windows and accentuate it when the Blue Screen of death hits you. Jog back the memory to see what you did at what gathering. Show it to people who show immense interest in your life, your kids, your house etc. Once in a while take an old pic and upload it to the social networks.

There was a time when photos meant something. A photo in the wallet really meant something. Or a wall hanging or a show piece actually made you go back to the time gone by.

As a hobby, you spent time with the camera clicking nature or other things and went through the pains of learning the physics of photography.

Like everything else, lets overdo and kill it. Video you are next!

 

Boredom, Complaints and Life

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Over the years, as I have indulged myself , shamelessly, almost on the planes of addiction, drawing enough ‘expertise’ in concluding which often explain themselves in very tangential ways.

While I sit and observe and put up explanations  on the table, the world seems to have moved on just a little bit ahead. Every single time. This often results in the front-runner-follower syndrome. To snap out of it, a different perspective is all one needs. And if these perspectives reach a critical mass, they as a collection will probably be called wisdom 🙂

People, 9 out of 10 complain. Or even more. And a large number of them say that they are bored. In a way we were raised to be ever bored. Such were the times. Excitement of the new often outweighs the existing ‘monotony’. If this is one end of spectrum it manifests as the ‘ever-excitement’ in some, typical to people who have made decisions of greater magnitude, or so they assume.

There is unfortunately no cure for boredom. Channelize it, you schmucks 🙂 Thank enough, that you are bored!

The ever-excited get back the bald-blue! Invite boredom into your life.

And as they say, no matter what life just goes on, no matter how you feel. It’s what you do that counts.

– Gyaani Weedy!

Sounds

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Click. She clicked on Send. That was her last mail from that account. It was hard to leave that drab job of hers. Now it was time for a change.

Vrooom… She raced to her studio apartment. Another goodbye.

Creaaak creaaak.. The teak cot. The resting zone, as she explored the cot side to side, window to door. The lamps outside shone putting the sun to shame.

Tick Tick.. The clock that just refuses to shut, like the manjira played by her late guru.

Swish: The friendly neighbourhood tree talk.

Period. 5 hours.

Hooot. Ku-hu: Early birds or late nighters.

Drrring.. The packers. Time to move. But what to move and what to leave behind?

Tadata tadata….: The phone  rings, as things go into those brown boxes.

“All the best”, said the part of the greyish rectangular form factor.

“Yeah”. Khat!

Longish Silence.

“Madam where does this go”, asked the uniformed packer, as the plastic sheets ruffled in his hands .

“Leave them there”, she paid them the money.

Thuud. The door, she closed.

She stayed back, the studio apartment.

The next day she caught the sunrise. Made conversation to the birds and felt the tarmac as she drove. She talked. Laughed. She moved out in a month. For something new. Exciting.

Goodwill and you

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Priya weds Raj, the big flowery banner said. Apoorva was the center of attention that day, with the friend circles at least. And rightly so, she was the architect. She did it with fervor and genuine excitement too.

Somebody asked rather awkwardly her, ‘So whom did you find for yourself, now that you have set up these 2?’.

‘Now now, nobody played that for me’, she said, smiling while answering to someone.

8 months later, she was married ‘off’.

Unfair? Sue somebody! The great India social life probably.

Checklists

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Of all the words that I have wasted, talking and writing, this might end up as the zenith of them or join the pile in all its glory. A long time back, I had written an  introspective post and its funny why I do things that I do(read: getting an audience).

Will try to keep this post simple and clean. This is what I have mustered to pick up over a prolonged duration.This is a post talking about the todo’s and don’t for a newish professional or a finalist as the title suggests.

  • Do not study immediately, unless you know what you are getting into. Do not change geographies, field of study or anything else. In simpler words, stick to what you have studied.
  • Do not procrastinate or compromise when you are unhappy at a particular work-place or anywhere else.
  • Take a job, that gives you enough spare time and just pays you enough. Take it easy. Young achievers, come back later in time, sometime.
  • Do something creative. Pick up a hobby. Photography, Theatre, Music etc.
  • Travel. Make it a point to go around where ever you are. Travel from work is good too. But let that not dictate your choice of stay.
  • Explore but… There are often conflicts with what you want to do, with what you have done in the past and what the social circle does. It is like double edged sword. Exercise caution. Look inwards if you think you have explored way too much already
  • Stay in touch with friends. Critical. But do not take them for granted. It often ends up in bitterness.
  • If you feel you are underachieving at work or while studying, do not take words of any 2nd person. You have to figure it out.
  • Stay in touch with your past, while planning the future. And remember the present is past while it was future, just while you are reading this line. (Aha!)
  • Define your values. If they contradict each other, fix them up. But never let go.
  • Drive the melancholy out of your life. The more information you consume, it sure will only increase. (How? I have no idea)
  • Do not imitate, copy or go by the standards. Compare but do not criticize neither yourself nor others.
  • Do not hesitate if you are in trouble to talk. Friends or parents or a doc.
  • Try to fix up things in your life. No one can work or be happy in chaos. Many a times this might sound immature or embarrassing. The more you do not fix the more inefficient you become. Do not leave anything to chance. It never works.
  • Work on getting a career path
  • Work on relationships. Serendipity is great on the silver screen (Gosh!)
  • Put up goals, realistic while challenging
  • Know your comfort zones, happy places…
  • Take it easy, which is not easy

Finally happiness is elusive. So one has got to work on it. (It is not on the inside, nor is it on the outside, but it is just out there. And have to find it.)  Its hard for some us and it is easy for some of them. That is the way it is!

Any stumbling points you encounter, people may or may not understand that, even if you tell them. Neither their fault, nor is it yours. But you got pick yourself up, work on it.Take control of the situations.

If nothing works, take a chance, live a little!

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