Impatient

I have become so impatient with myself and my life that i don't have the patience to finish off something that i started. I don't even have the patience to finish off this...

What next?

I was wondering how the basic necessities needed by man has changed over centuries. I can't guess what's next.
Here's a table that I have made and believe is almost accurate to a certain degree.




When I said my table is accurate I didn't mentions I would not exaggerate just to make a joke out of it.Maybe some of the facts aren't true but most of them are.You are welcome to fill in the gaps.
If ever an ancient man was to visit the 21st century he would be thinking "hey it wasn't like this when i left this place."
So what's next???

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The last i posted something on this blog was around one month back. Then I had a lot of topics in my mind that i wanted to write about.Those were the days I wasn't subjected to much work at office.But then as things turn out since then I haven't reached home before ten.The moment i come home I have dinner and i am off to bed for around 8 hrs before i force myself out of bed for another day of 10 grueling hours.I don't seem to be working much but I always end up reaching home late. Anyways what I was coming to say was all those topics I had in my mind seem to have gone for a long walk.think as hard I may can I can't seem to remember. Since I am without a topic I again turn the wheel around.I started with my first ever post not knowing what to write about.I have reached my starting point again. Maybe this post too I shall write about what I should write about.
Anyways the latest thing to happen in my life is revisiting college for convocation. But the best part about me going to convocation is that I didn't go for convocation. I never attended the function and I didn't receive my certificate.this may bring satisfaction to some people who wanted to come but were unable to do so. I got only a day's leave for the convocation.Only the monday the programme was conducted. the function started at 5 and my train was at 5.30 in the evening. There was no way I could stay for the programme. But it was worth a visit. I met people knowing that this might be the last time our life crossed paths. Bidding farewell to people on that day was as overwhelming as on the last day of college.But then thre was a consolation on the last day of college.We all knew there would be a convocation and that we would be able to meet up back again. But now with the convocation over another chance of reliving college memories seems bleak. Maybe we should have a get together soon.Say 2 - 3 yrs from now. We will all be settled and we can make it grand. It's a nice feeling already thnking about it. Let's wait and watch what happens.
I started this post not knowing what to write but it looks I did have a topic in mind. Anyways let the topic be as it is.

A myriad of thoughts

During my stay in gurgaon where I underwent training for aricent we kept aside a saturday to tour Delhi which is just 45 min away from Gurgaon. There were too many places to cover in just one day so we decided to go the prominent places alone which again were too many but we managed to cover those we planned in time. I am not going to describe the places I visited in Delhi but a thought I had when I visited some of the places.

Delhi , the capital of the Pandavas , the Mughal Kings and finally of free Republic Independent India is worth a visit with it’s vibrant atmosphere and all the architectural majesty of the golden eras of Ancient, Medieval and Modern India. We visited Qutb Minar, Humayun’s tomb, Red Fort, Lotus Temple, Akshar Dham, India Gate, Birla Temple and a few other places which I don’t remember. When I was in these places I wondered how it would have been to be ruled by a king. How different it would have been to live during the times of Akbar or ChandraGupta Maurya., both , eras of prosperity and historical importance. I would love to live in the past. I don’t know why but the very thought excites me. It would have been wonderful to live amidst all drum beating, people gathering around trees to hold discussions, to scream “Our king his majesty Akbar is visiting our town” , to breathe in oxygen from a pollution free atmosphere, to be present when the history of our glorious nation was being made , to sleep peacefully knowing we are being ruled by a good leader in Akbar or ChandraGupta Maurya or Ashoka.. To live in a time when there was prosperity, peace and satisfaction, law and order in the kingdom. To jump over crowds to have that one little look at the lovely little princess(I don’t think there were any dearth of “bird” watchers anytime in our history). To stay away from all complexities of the present world. It would have been simpler, easier to live then. To know that there were people who valued human life and who didn’t harass or kill people in the name of god or religion.

I suggested my thought to a friend who was with me at that time. He didn’t share my opinion. He didn’t want to be ruled by a king. There was nothing people could do if the king turned out to be the devil’s incarnation. He said atleast in a democracy people could oust the leader if he wasn’t a good one, I didn’t tell him anything then. But it got me thinking. So how different would it have been to be ruled by a bad king. Not much different from now. The government plunders from the people, leaves them in distress, doesn’t care about the people .I don’t see prosperity everywhere I go. We haven’t had a good leader since we declared ourselves a republic and a democracy. To be ruled by a bad king would be like living in the present. So my fantasy to go back in time and be ruled by a leader worth his position doesn’t look all that unreasonable.

However incorrect I might have been incorrect historically in this blog I know one thing for sure, if the world hadn’t had a rich history as it has now the world would have been a bland place to live in. I can’t share tables with people who say there is no use looking into the past. There is so much to be learnt from our history. History teaches us never to commit the mistakes our forefathers had done . It’s a teacher I would have missed a lot had it vanished one fine day. I love dwelling in the past. Maybe I should have done B.A History instead of B,Tech EEE and become an archaeologist. But I believe everything that has happened has happened for the good. Long live my belief. He is my king now.

P.S: I know some of the lines don’t have any relation. But there were too many thoughts pouring in at the same time into my head and I couldn’t help resist put it on paper ,oops blog.

If I ever die young..

Although the title seems a bit poetic or a line from a tragic or romantic drama I am not going to write down a poem or the dialogues of a drama. Infact this title seemed apt for what I am about to write which is if I ever die young it will be due to the following reasons:

a) The relentless,inconsiderate traffic of chennai



Maybe I haven't seen it all. But definitely chennai traffic is as dangerous as the others. Everytime I ride my two wheeler for work or back from work I am either constantly abusing road users(in my mind of course!!) or thanking god for keeping me alive. People got no sense of direction. They just come in from all directions. People blame the others even if the mistake was theirs. Maybe this happens all around the world. But one should learn to own one's own mistakes(something the corporate world always tells you to keep in mind when there is an issue with the customer and i am intentionally or unintentionally part of it. )

When I am on the road riding I always think my death would be either due to a mad bus driver or due to the various potholes which become visible to the naked eye once the vehicle(four wheeler) ahead of you passes over it . Maybe one of the reasons why I am writing on this topic is that I have thought about death a lot many times after I started riding.

Anyways there are two things I would have liked to say if I ever die in this manner

i) F*** all those asses on the road

ii)Thank you god for letting me live this long.



b) By a fan

I mean the fan which rotates above our heads.

I have had this fear after a fan actually fell on my head when I was in my 12th std. I was sitting late into the night doing something which I can't remember when suddenly something hard falls on my head. I was in a daze and then I realized the fan above my head had fallen onto my head. Lucky for me it was the leaf which hit me not the body of the fan which would have cracked open my head. My house owner who stayed above my house told me they heard a loud noise but never assumed it would have been a fan and that I had a near escape. And the best part was I had to wake my parents up who were in the next room to tell them I got hit on my head by the fan.They hadn' t even heard the noise. Since then I have had a fear of the fan. I always try not sleeping below the fan. I have a phobia of fans or in general things that rotate above my head. I googled to find a word for this but I didn't. But i found many others. Just chck them out. here is the link..http://phobialist.com/...I hope they are true not just made up..Some of the phobias are really funny.

Think i will just coin one for this - rotato-thudphobia which means fear of rotating devices above one's head..

c) Crushed by the building i live in

I started to feel more strongly about this after the Delhi accident. The building i stay in too , is quite old and it leaks in places when it rains. Am not sure how much longer the building will stay up. Everytime i look at the ceiling of my room, i wonder how is it still up. I am just thankful it is. But i cant help wondering.
Hopefully it never falls down ever till Dec 21, 2012.

I have just found out three reasons for now. I will keep adding to the list as I unravel more about living in this world.

back for good??

It's been a long time since I said goodbye to blogging. When i was at college there were so many things to do which made me feel blogging as utterly unimportant and not the correct medium to express feelings and opinions. As i sit at home, far away from away college and friends ,caught in the tentacles of the corporate world ignorant of whether i will still be part of it after a month or so, I have come to believe blogging is one way to beat boredom.
So maybe until I find another way to keep myself occupied i have decided to resume blogging. It feels good to blog down thoughts even though i feel i don't have to.But man does always things which he doesn't have to.And I am a man.
So until next time.