When I read this theme, I thought just one thing – HOW TRUE!!!
A mail that I had come across a while ago popped into my mind that promptly reconfirmed the saying by Jules Michelet . A mail that explained the words women used when in an argument, and their true meaning – one that men never understand!!!
Here is a short extract from that mail:
Fine
This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.
Nothing
This is the calm before the storm. This means "something" and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with "nothing" usually end in "fine".
Go Ahead
This is a dare….. not a permission, DON'T EVEN BY MISTAKE TRY TO DO IT!
If we did a random survey among men (especially married men and men with girlfriends), I am sure nearly 100% of them will agree that they have come across at least one of the above three “sticky situations”, where they would be caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.
A Woman is such a miracle of divine contradiction that even in this 21st century, we still see famous authors and poets, extensively writing about ‘woman’. Yet no one can claim to fully fathom her mind and her spirit. Though attempts have been made in the form of movies like “what women want?” etc etc , but when we interact with women in our daily lives, we are still left baffled about what they are all about? As human history progressed from stone age to the current 21st century, man has been progressive, and developed in the fields of science and technology, he has been able to understand the wonders of nature and make them sound simple and easy to understand. But in the case of WOMEN, the men folk in spite of all the available technology and gadgets have just not been able to understand a woman. As if things weren’t complex enough, with the 21st century and the women’s liberation movement in its full force, things have become even more difficult for us mortals.
I feel woman is a controlled form of split personality, wherein at times she is like a flower and looks like one, but at times can sting like a bee. Probably that’s why Oscar Wilde correctly puts it as : “Women are meant to be loved, not understood”. Forget the contradictions that come in your life just appreciate the fact that there are other men in your position going through the same thing everyday!!! And understand the universal truth about women :
“ Women, cant live with them, but at the same time cant live without them”
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
Diamonds are women's best friend
Diamonds are women's best friend :
Now that’s one phrase which I have heard many a times, but never had got a chance to see the emotions a diamond can invoke in a woman until, I gifted a solitaire to my girlfriend(Rey) recently.
It all started with a regular shopping trip to a lifestyle mall on a lazy Sunday. After a couple of rounds doing window shopping and Rey trying out many dresses(with me giving the critic’s review), we happened to move to the jewelry section. With our engagement & wedding dates fast approaching, we thought it would be a good idea to check out certain rings for engagement & the wedding. Atleast we get to know how big a hole it will drill in our pockets .
After checking out a few options, Rey happened to lay her eyes on a solitaire, which just caught her attention or rather I would like to put it as “got her hooked on to it”.
It was an artistic gold ring, with a shining single diamond stone mounted on it. I guess women have this 6th sense kind of stuff, by which they get to know that certain stuff are meant to be theirs and will be part of their life forever. Such was the look and the glow in Rey’s eyes, when she slid the ring onto her ring finger. Gosh and with the ring around her finger, you could see Rey’s face beaming with joy and happiness.
But then came the part which shook her out of dreamland and jolted her back to reality, when the salesperson told us that the ring cost Rs 17,000/-. She, as if expecting a miracle in form of an approval from me looked up towards me and saw a blunt “Don’t even think about it”, kind of look prominently pasted on my face. So without much discussion on the topic, she just returned the ring and we moved on to the safety of “window shopping” for clothes.
Don’t know why, but after seeing the look on Rey’s face and the happiness she was beaming, I just couldn’t stop thinking about the ring. First came the practical thought of “Does it make sense in spending such a huge amount for a ring? “ , for which my mind was screaming a BIG NOOOOOOOOOO. But then came the romantic part of my brain which kept prompting me to surprise Rey by gifting her that ring, when she was least expecting it, and see that glow of happiness again on her face. So it was as if there was a battle raging in my mind, between the part that thinks practical and the part that thinks romantic.
But then I thought, marriage or engagement is such a big event in a girls life that brings about an ocean of change in her life. No wonder every girl wants to make such an event as one of the most special moment in her life, and wants to carry sweet memories of it. So I thought gifting Rey with the ring would surely make it to the list of such memories. Also, after knowing Rey, I was sure she would love to flaunt the stone in front of her friends and family and proudly announce to the world that her boyfriend gifted her such an expensive gift. And the look on her face when she proudly says that is just priceless.
So finally my romantic part of the brain won the battle and I went and secretly bought the ring and later in the evening when she had got over the thought of the ring and was of least expecting it. I gifted her the ring and surprised her. And was very happy to see that priceless look on her face, when she went running around her house screaming to the whole world and telling them about the ring.
I guess the priceless look on rey’s face and the glow of happiness on her face is nothing compared to the diamond ring. God willing, I hope in future I am capable of ensuring that the happiness and glow on her face remains forever.
Now that’s one phrase which I have heard many a times, but never had got a chance to see the emotions a diamond can invoke in a woman until, I gifted a solitaire to my girlfriend(Rey) recently.
It all started with a regular shopping trip to a lifestyle mall on a lazy Sunday. After a couple of rounds doing window shopping and Rey trying out many dresses(with me giving the critic’s review), we happened to move to the jewelry section. With our engagement & wedding dates fast approaching, we thought it would be a good idea to check out certain rings for engagement & the wedding. Atleast we get to know how big a hole it will drill in our pockets .
After checking out a few options, Rey happened to lay her eyes on a solitaire, which just caught her attention or rather I would like to put it as “got her hooked on to it”.
It was an artistic gold ring, with a shining single diamond stone mounted on it. I guess women have this 6th sense kind of stuff, by which they get to know that certain stuff are meant to be theirs and will be part of their life forever. Such was the look and the glow in Rey’s eyes, when she slid the ring onto her ring finger. Gosh and with the ring around her finger, you could see Rey’s face beaming with joy and happiness.
But then came the part which shook her out of dreamland and jolted her back to reality, when the salesperson told us that the ring cost Rs 17,000/-. She, as if expecting a miracle in form of an approval from me looked up towards me and saw a blunt “Don’t even think about it”, kind of look prominently pasted on my face. So without much discussion on the topic, she just returned the ring and we moved on to the safety of “window shopping” for clothes.
Don’t know why, but after seeing the look on Rey’s face and the happiness she was beaming, I just couldn’t stop thinking about the ring. First came the practical thought of “Does it make sense in spending such a huge amount for a ring? “ , for which my mind was screaming a BIG NOOOOOOOOOO. But then came the romantic part of my brain which kept prompting me to surprise Rey by gifting her that ring, when she was least expecting it, and see that glow of happiness again on her face. So it was as if there was a battle raging in my mind, between the part that thinks practical and the part that thinks romantic.
But then I thought, marriage or engagement is such a big event in a girls life that brings about an ocean of change in her life. No wonder every girl wants to make such an event as one of the most special moment in her life, and wants to carry sweet memories of it. So I thought gifting Rey with the ring would surely make it to the list of such memories. Also, after knowing Rey, I was sure she would love to flaunt the stone in front of her friends and family and proudly announce to the world that her boyfriend gifted her such an expensive gift. And the look on her face when she proudly says that is just priceless.
So finally my romantic part of the brain won the battle and I went and secretly bought the ring and later in the evening when she had got over the thought of the ring and was of least expecting it. I gifted her the ring and surprised her. And was very happy to see that priceless look on her face, when she went running around her house screaming to the whole world and telling them about the ring.
I guess the priceless look on rey’s face and the glow of happiness on her face is nothing compared to the diamond ring. God willing, I hope in future I am capable of ensuring that the happiness and glow on her face remains forever.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Embarrassing Moment during Net meeting
It all started as any other net meeting with colleagues from US and Germany joining in, but what unfolded during the course of the meeting, still makes me blush with embarrassment, but at the same time brings about a naughty smile at the corner of my lips.
A net meeting was organized involving myself and colleagues from US and Germany, in order to review the design document I had created. The participants included 2 ladies among the group of six. The meeting was progressing on a very serious note with me sharing my desktop and showing the design document. As I was explaining and proposing the new design, the other participants at times questioned my approach and offered better options. So in this way the meeting was progressing with lot of healthy discussions and brain storming. Then suddenly disaster strikes and without any notices a pop up message flashes on the screen, signaling the arrival of a new mail in my inbox. But to my embarrassment it was not a regular mail, instead it was a JUNK mail with the subject line screaming out boldly “Maintain er******* for longer periods…buy Viagra”. I guess each one of you reading this article can imagine what a state of embarrassment I might have been, with 6 colleagues(2 of them being women) watching my shared desktop. I was in such a state of shock that instead of quickly clicking on the close button, I ended up clicking on the maximize button. And there opened the colorful mail, with the contents displayed in so many bright colors explicitly glorifying the positive effects of Viagra.
I for a couple of minutes, sat there staring at the screen not knowing what to do next. There was complete silence over the telecom, apart from the smirking which was pretty audible. At that moment I felt like just closing down the whole system and restarting all over again. But then thought that would make the things worse. So instead I just closed the mail, and sounding as if nothing had happened, continued with the presentation. Though I tried my level best to force in confidence and calmness in my voice, I guess the first couple of minutes, I just managed to squeak out something. Thankfully apart from the smirking and silence, the mail didn’t kick up any other storm, and the meeting ended with not much ado.
But a couple of valuable lessons learnt at the end:
Lesson #1: Always implement the instructions given by the IT department, especially the ones which help to block junk mails.
Lesson #2: Try not to keep your outlook open when sharing your desktop over net meetings.
A net meeting was organized involving myself and colleagues from US and Germany, in order to review the design document I had created. The participants included 2 ladies among the group of six. The meeting was progressing on a very serious note with me sharing my desktop and showing the design document. As I was explaining and proposing the new design, the other participants at times questioned my approach and offered better options. So in this way the meeting was progressing with lot of healthy discussions and brain storming. Then suddenly disaster strikes and without any notices a pop up message flashes on the screen, signaling the arrival of a new mail in my inbox. But to my embarrassment it was not a regular mail, instead it was a JUNK mail with the subject line screaming out boldly “Maintain er******* for longer periods…buy Viagra”. I guess each one of you reading this article can imagine what a state of embarrassment I might have been, with 6 colleagues(2 of them being women) watching my shared desktop. I was in such a state of shock that instead of quickly clicking on the close button, I ended up clicking on the maximize button. And there opened the colorful mail, with the contents displayed in so many bright colors explicitly glorifying the positive effects of Viagra.
I for a couple of minutes, sat there staring at the screen not knowing what to do next. There was complete silence over the telecom, apart from the smirking which was pretty audible. At that moment I felt like just closing down the whole system and restarting all over again. But then thought that would make the things worse. So instead I just closed the mail, and sounding as if nothing had happened, continued with the presentation. Though I tried my level best to force in confidence and calmness in my voice, I guess the first couple of minutes, I just managed to squeak out something. Thankfully apart from the smirking and silence, the mail didn’t kick up any other storm, and the meeting ended with not much ado.
But a couple of valuable lessons learnt at the end:
Lesson #1: Always implement the instructions given by the IT department, especially the ones which help to block junk mails.
Lesson #2: Try not to keep your outlook open when sharing your desktop over net meetings.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Why am I at constant WAR with MYSELF?
Since recently I am feeling as if there is some turmoil or some sort of unrest within me. Which at times is making me feel low and depressed. Don’t know what it is all about, feel as if I am at constant war with myself.I feel as I am not worth anything, feel as if my life so far has been a total waste with me not achieving anything. I sit and compare myself with others.Compare my looks, career, brains, things I know, things that I have achieved etc. And sit and feel sad when the comparison is not favorable towards me. I read somewhere that such a behavior is observed in people who are perfectionists…don’t know if I correctly understood what I read. But me no perfectionist. Then why this feeling? Somewhere else I read these are signs of a person who lacks self confidence. Now that’s a scary thought about lacking self confidence. So I sat and thought “Do I lack self confidence?”, and after quite some time, realized that the answer was negative. I didn’t lack self confidence. Then why this feeling?Dont know what to make out of this, but I at times am unhappy with my looks, unhappy with not being able to understand some technical stuff when others are excelling in it. Why do I get such depressing feelings at times? Is it because I compare myself with others? Or is it human tendency not to be content with things that he has? When will this war with myself end? And even if it ends what will be the outcome?
Cowards die many times, Brave men die only once
I was reading Julius Ceasar and was at the part wherein Ceasar is going to the senate to be crowned king, and on his way he is warned not to go to the meeting, fearing that some bad might happen. For that Ceasar replies very beautifully saying “cowards die many times, brave men die only once”. Meaning that ultimately every man has to die one or the other day, so fearing such an inevitable event why fear and die many times before the actual death.I just don’t know why, but I just stopped at this particular point and pondered about this famous line said by Ceasar. The more I thought about it, the more I realized the truth of this statement.
But then I just happen to relate this to the scenario wherein a patient is told by the doctor that he is suffering from a incurable disease like cancer or aids and that his days are numbered. I wondered just what might be going on in that persons mind and how would he react to that?I tried to understand what must have gone in my dad’s mind as he lay on bed suffering from liver cancer and fighting against a certain death. My dear father passed away on 24th April 2006. And still we don’t know whether he had the knowledge that he was suffering from cancer. Because we at home never told him about it and just told him that it was some problem with the liver. I don’t know whether we did the right thing by not telling him about it. Since we knew him well, we were sure that he wont be able to take the shock and would not cooperate in taking medicine and would not fight back and challenge death.
Now when I sit and think about it, I am convinced that dad had some how come to know about his state and like a brave man had accepted the fate that life had brought unto him. And what a brave man he was, that never once did he let us know that he knew about his state, and kept all his pain and agony to himself. Yes at times he used to question the will of God and state why God had put him through this, because my dad never used to drink or smoke and yet he suffered from liver cancer. Was this God’s fate or sheer bad luck ?Even more commendable is my brave mom who in spite of all the pain and agony of watching her husband lying on bed and counting his days, put up such a brave front and whenever in front of dad put on a smile on her face and took so much trouble of taking care of him and nursing him during those testing times. Hats off to you oh dear mother of mine, from you I draw courage and strength and thank the Heavenly Father for blessing me with such lovely parents.Just think about it, a person who is so near and dear to you, who is an integral part of you and you realize in few days time, he wont be there among you or part of your life. How is one expected to feel? Do we sit crying all the time thinking about it, or do we make sure that the persons last few days are filled with joy and happiness?
But then I just happen to relate this to the scenario wherein a patient is told by the doctor that he is suffering from a incurable disease like cancer or aids and that his days are numbered. I wondered just what might be going on in that persons mind and how would he react to that?I tried to understand what must have gone in my dad’s mind as he lay on bed suffering from liver cancer and fighting against a certain death. My dear father passed away on 24th April 2006. And still we don’t know whether he had the knowledge that he was suffering from cancer. Because we at home never told him about it and just told him that it was some problem with the liver. I don’t know whether we did the right thing by not telling him about it. Since we knew him well, we were sure that he wont be able to take the shock and would not cooperate in taking medicine and would not fight back and challenge death.
Now when I sit and think about it, I am convinced that dad had some how come to know about his state and like a brave man had accepted the fate that life had brought unto him. And what a brave man he was, that never once did he let us know that he knew about his state, and kept all his pain and agony to himself. Yes at times he used to question the will of God and state why God had put him through this, because my dad never used to drink or smoke and yet he suffered from liver cancer. Was this God’s fate or sheer bad luck ?Even more commendable is my brave mom who in spite of all the pain and agony of watching her husband lying on bed and counting his days, put up such a brave front and whenever in front of dad put on a smile on her face and took so much trouble of taking care of him and nursing him during those testing times. Hats off to you oh dear mother of mine, from you I draw courage and strength and thank the Heavenly Father for blessing me with such lovely parents.Just think about it, a person who is so near and dear to you, who is an integral part of you and you realize in few days time, he wont be there among you or part of your life. How is one expected to feel? Do we sit crying all the time thinking about it, or do we make sure that the persons last few days are filled with joy and happiness?
Monday, March 06, 2006
My Valentine Day
It was that month of the year, when everyone starts feeling as if the air is full of love and as if the cupid is hiding in every nook and corner just waiting with his love dipped arrows, waiting to fire them at people’s heart and make them all mushy and senti. Ah, yes, no points for guessing, it was the month of February 2006. Everywhere one looked, there were those heart shaped balloons, and the radio stations were playing all the love soaked songs.That’s when I recollected a rather funny incident that happened to me during my graduation days.I was in my 3rd year of engineering and our semester exams were fast approaching, but as luck would have it the lawyers went on strike (they were asking the government to set up a high court bench at Dharwad (my home town)). Our exams got postponed indefinitely because of this strike. It gave all us guys a breather and allowing us a chance to stop burning the midnight lamp, rushing through our last moment ‘selective’ studying. Now that the exam tension was pushed to back of our minds, we started thinking about other things. Thats when it struck me that V-day was fast approaching and many V-day dance parties were being organized in town. I thought of trying my luck and asking a girl out to be my valentine for the V-day party. Now, well, ahem…My luck with girls is, how do I put it… not very good, Having done away with that, I always end up being their ‘BEST’ friend, rather than their BF I am so familiar with the dialogue the girls keep using with me, it seems to be their favorite dialogue “Rohan you are a very sweet guy, I am sure you will find a very sweet girl” And I used the tactic of ‘grin and bear’ and of course curse in my mind, If I am such a ‘sweet’ guy why cant u be that ‘sweet’ girl in my life?!?
But that never stopped me from being optimistic. So this time I gathered all my courage and went out and asked a beautiful girl to be my valentine and for the V-day party. Imagine the shock when she agreed and asked me to pick her up at 7:30 at her place. Wow, I was on cloud 9 and felt so happy as if I had achieved something very kool in life. So I got busy getting ready for the red letter day of my life. Borrowed my friends modified bike which looked all kool with the extra fittings and the funky colors, borrowed some cash from my other friends, and even had to pull a lot of strings in order to get 2 free passes to a happening party in town. Even took some 2 hours ball room dancing lessons from my sister. So I was all set and ready as ready as I could be. Then the D-day finally arrived, with a song on my lips, I got dressed, applied the expensive, after shave lotion which I had sneaked out from my brother’s closet, and the extra spray of the deodorant.I was about to set out, my dad was sitting and watching the evening news telecast, and as my BAD luck would have it, as I was just passing through the TV hall, the news reported came up and announced the latest breaking news, and, so coolly announced with a bloody smile on her face, that the strike was called off and that the engineering exams will be as per schedule i.e. starting on 16th February. When those words fell on my ears, my instant knee jerk reaction was to sprint out of home and run away before my dad calls out to me and asks me to sit and study. But I was damn shocked with the news, that I just stood there and was staring at the smiling news reader as to double check as to what she said was actually true or was I hearing things.Then the reality struck me and I realized that what she said was reality and I felt as if the love in the air was choking me up making me thing of all the studying I had to still do for the exams. That’s when my dad’s voice shook me and started telling me not to go anywhere and sit and prepare for my exams. I was like, “God, this cant be happening to me”. I had this gorgeous girl all dressed up and waiting or me, me all dressed up and having these free passes to the happening party in town.I still recollect, me almost going on my knees and asking my dad to allow me to go to the party for just a few hours and I was like promising him that I will score good marks in the exams, as if striking a deal for allowing me to attend the party. Don’t remember what exactly happened next, but my dad finally agreed but on one condition that I would be back home in 3 hours and would sit and study the whole night. 3 Hours and that’s all the time I had, to pick up the girl from her place, go to the party, dance for all those mushy songs and then kiss the girl goodnight and drop her back home. With that on the back of my mind, I drove so fast to the girls place, and there as if I had less things to worry about, the girl was not even ready and wanted me to help her select which color dress she should wear for the party. I was like “damn, wats this”, but then I couldn’t upset my date and so with a big smile helped her select her dress and we both rushed to the party. Then after dancing to all the latest numbers, the slow dancing numbers started and only couples were allowed on the dance floor, that was the time to put my recently learnt dancing classes into use, so we were romantically dancing on the floor, but damn I had that 3 hour curfew on the back of my mind, and I just couldn’t concentrate on the dancing and used to end up stepping on my date’s feet. Damn those were some embarrassing moments . I was feeling as I am cinderella who is worried about the clock ticking away and scared of time turning to midnight.Some how with so much stepping on her feet and me constantly checking my watch for time, the allotted 3 hours were almost over and I had to wind up my partying and return home. But how do I tell the girl about my curfew and how do I drive all the way and drop her home without crossing the curfew limits. Just as I was thinking of different innovative ways of making excuses, the girls sister and her husband came to the party and they offered to drive her back home. I was like “thank you God for such small mercies”. So saying the sweet things that the girls want to hear, I kissed her goodnite and drove back home and made it well within my curfew limits and spent the rest of the nite studying and every now and then thinking about what a whirlwind of an event the V-day was for me.
But that never stopped me from being optimistic. So this time I gathered all my courage and went out and asked a beautiful girl to be my valentine and for the V-day party. Imagine the shock when she agreed and asked me to pick her up at 7:30 at her place. Wow, I was on cloud 9 and felt so happy as if I had achieved something very kool in life. So I got busy getting ready for the red letter day of my life. Borrowed my friends modified bike which looked all kool with the extra fittings and the funky colors, borrowed some cash from my other friends, and even had to pull a lot of strings in order to get 2 free passes to a happening party in town. Even took some 2 hours ball room dancing lessons from my sister. So I was all set and ready as ready as I could be. Then the D-day finally arrived, with a song on my lips, I got dressed, applied the expensive, after shave lotion which I had sneaked out from my brother’s closet, and the extra spray of the deodorant.I was about to set out, my dad was sitting and watching the evening news telecast, and as my BAD luck would have it, as I was just passing through the TV hall, the news reported came up and announced the latest breaking news, and, so coolly announced with a bloody smile on her face, that the strike was called off and that the engineering exams will be as per schedule i.e. starting on 16th February. When those words fell on my ears, my instant knee jerk reaction was to sprint out of home and run away before my dad calls out to me and asks me to sit and study. But I was damn shocked with the news, that I just stood there and was staring at the smiling news reader as to double check as to what she said was actually true or was I hearing things.Then the reality struck me and I realized that what she said was reality and I felt as if the love in the air was choking me up making me thing of all the studying I had to still do for the exams. That’s when my dad’s voice shook me and started telling me not to go anywhere and sit and prepare for my exams. I was like, “God, this cant be happening to me”. I had this gorgeous girl all dressed up and waiting or me, me all dressed up and having these free passes to the happening party in town.I still recollect, me almost going on my knees and asking my dad to allow me to go to the party for just a few hours and I was like promising him that I will score good marks in the exams, as if striking a deal for allowing me to attend the party. Don’t remember what exactly happened next, but my dad finally agreed but on one condition that I would be back home in 3 hours and would sit and study the whole night. 3 Hours and that’s all the time I had, to pick up the girl from her place, go to the party, dance for all those mushy songs and then kiss the girl goodnight and drop her back home. With that on the back of my mind, I drove so fast to the girls place, and there as if I had less things to worry about, the girl was not even ready and wanted me to help her select which color dress she should wear for the party. I was like “damn, wats this”, but then I couldn’t upset my date and so with a big smile helped her select her dress and we both rushed to the party. Then after dancing to all the latest numbers, the slow dancing numbers started and only couples were allowed on the dance floor, that was the time to put my recently learnt dancing classes into use, so we were romantically dancing on the floor, but damn I had that 3 hour curfew on the back of my mind, and I just couldn’t concentrate on the dancing and used to end up stepping on my date’s feet. Damn those were some embarrassing moments . I was feeling as I am cinderella who is worried about the clock ticking away and scared of time turning to midnight.Some how with so much stepping on her feet and me constantly checking my watch for time, the allotted 3 hours were almost over and I had to wind up my partying and return home. But how do I tell the girl about my curfew and how do I drive all the way and drop her home without crossing the curfew limits. Just as I was thinking of different innovative ways of making excuses, the girls sister and her husband came to the party and they offered to drive her back home. I was like “thank you God for such small mercies”. So saying the sweet things that the girls want to hear, I kissed her goodnite and drove back home and made it well within my curfew limits and spent the rest of the nite studying and every now and then thinking about what a whirlwind of an event the V-day was for me.
Why do I blog?
Why do I blog? This is exactly the question I was asking myself the other day as I was driving back from work .
So I leaned back on my seat and looked back in time and started recollecting, as to what got me started writing my own blog and how I have progressed so far.
To begin with I was impressed with my colleague’s blog, when I read his blog I was like “Can I also write?” “Can I put down my thoughts in black and white?”. These questions
Got me thinking. Also, I thought this would be a kool way of impressing gurls ;-)
So I decided I will also blog and thus went ahead and created my own blog. But then came the tough part as to what do I write in my blog about?? So I sat thinking about what should I blog about.To get an idea, I read a few blogs, wherein people have blogged about politics, technical stuff and some have even written poetry and what not. I was like damn I am not gifted to write poems, nor do I follow politics to voice my opinion in my blog about politics, nor am I fundu at technical stuff that I can exhibit my technical brilliance to people through my blog. So what do I write about??
This was a very low period a depressing moment, when I realized that I had nothing to write about, and even worse was when I compared myself with others I felt I was left out and didn’t have neither technical not artistic things to write about.
But then I thought why don’t I write about my personal experiences in life after all everyone keeps saying ‘Life is the best teacher’. So I decided let me put down my personal experiences of life, in black and white.
So here in my blog I have shared a few of my personal experiences. As I sit and read my own blog I sort of feel a sense of small achievement that I am able to put my thoughts in black and white. Also, it’s a nice way of letting things out, for instance, when my friends met with an accident and we all friends stood by each other and went through the troubled times together, there was this warm feeling of being loved and cared by my friends, which I couldn’t express in words to my group of friends, but instead I felt it comfortable expressing my feelings in my blog.
So I feel blogging has provided me a channel where in I can express my feelings.
Hoping to write more in my blog. Hope you people find reading this blog interesting.
So I leaned back on my seat and looked back in time and started recollecting, as to what got me started writing my own blog and how I have progressed so far.
To begin with I was impressed with my colleague’s blog, when I read his blog I was like “Can I also write?” “Can I put down my thoughts in black and white?”. These questions
Got me thinking. Also, I thought this would be a kool way of impressing gurls ;-)
So I decided I will also blog and thus went ahead and created my own blog. But then came the tough part as to what do I write in my blog about?? So I sat thinking about what should I blog about.To get an idea, I read a few blogs, wherein people have blogged about politics, technical stuff and some have even written poetry and what not. I was like damn I am not gifted to write poems, nor do I follow politics to voice my opinion in my blog about politics, nor am I fundu at technical stuff that I can exhibit my technical brilliance to people through my blog. So what do I write about??
This was a very low period a depressing moment, when I realized that I had nothing to write about, and even worse was when I compared myself with others I felt I was left out and didn’t have neither technical not artistic things to write about.
But then I thought why don’t I write about my personal experiences in life after all everyone keeps saying ‘Life is the best teacher’. So I decided let me put down my personal experiences of life, in black and white.
So here in my blog I have shared a few of my personal experiences. As I sit and read my own blog I sort of feel a sense of small achievement that I am able to put my thoughts in black and white. Also, it’s a nice way of letting things out, for instance, when my friends met with an accident and we all friends stood by each other and went through the troubled times together, there was this warm feeling of being loved and cared by my friends, which I couldn’t express in words to my group of friends, but instead I felt it comfortable expressing my feelings in my blog.
So I feel blogging has provided me a channel where in I can express my feelings.
Hoping to write more in my blog. Hope you people find reading this blog interesting.
Woman
“A woman is often measured by the things she cannot control. She is measured by the way her body curves or doesn’t curve, by where she is flat or straight or round. She is measured by 36-24-36 and inches and ages and numbers. By all the outside things that don’t ever add up to who she is on the inside. So if a woman is to be measured .let her be measured by the things she can control, by who she is trying to become .Because as every woman knows, measurements are only statistics and statistics lie”
Now now before all you readers (especially the male species I know) start smirking and wondering if I have turned into a hermit and heading towards the Himalayas in search of salvation. Let me make the things clear, I am still the same Rohan you guys know of.
And hello female species, the writing above is not written to be used by you folks in your next ‘mahila sangh’ promotion campaign.
I happen to come across this writing and when I read through it, I realized how true each of the words were. So thought of sharing it with all you folks.
Do give it thought and I am sure if you read through the message and try to figure out what your outlook towards women is, then I am sure each one of us will have another new angle of looking at women. I say this because it sure has changed my outlook.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Bounty Hunters
“Hindu Law Board offers Rs 51 cr for killing M F Hussain”
“Uttar Pradesh Minister announced a cash reward of Rs 51 crore to the person beheading the Danish cartoonist.”
Whats happening in India? I feel as if India, the land known for peace, non-violence and hospitality seems to have turned into Wild Wild West, straight out from Client Eastwood movies, where we could see the “wanted dead or alive” posters declaring cash rewards on the fugitives head and the cow-boys killing the fugitives for the cash reward.I know that cartoons drawn by the Danish cartoonist have hurt the sentiments of the Muslims, and the paintings of Hussain have hurt the sentiments of the Hindus. And its really DISGUSTING & SHAMEFUL ACT from the cartoonist and Hussain and I TOTALLY DESIST their act.
But, is this the way to go about handling such things??
I thought this is the 21st century, where progress in everyfield seems to be the highlight.But looking at such things happening, its sad to say that this cant be termed as PROGRESS..actually it feels we are BACKTRACKING towards stone age in our THOUGHTS and APPROACH towards handling problems.
In the first place, I really don’t understand what pleasure such people like Hussain and the Danish cartoonist get from creating such drawings??Is it just for publicity or are they really wacky in their mind??
Now some might argue, that its FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION, but WITH FREEDOM comes RESPONSIBILTY and one must have the maturity of using one’s freedom. The toughest part for me to understand is that these people, who are supposed to be this ‘EDUCATED’ & ‘TALENTED’ people of the society, who are aware of the other religions and live in such a cosmopolitan places, which comprises of people from different places, cast and creed, fail to understand that their doings can cause so much of turbulence and unrest in the whole of the world. Why don’t such ‘educated’ people understand that so many riots and killings in different parts of the world because of one drawing is just NOT WORTH IT.
All that I can do is pray to God Almighty to give such people little sense, and hope and pray that people don’t take up such crude & uncivilized ways of resolving issues.
“Uttar Pradesh Minister announced a cash reward of Rs 51 crore to the person beheading the Danish cartoonist.”
Whats happening in India? I feel as if India, the land known for peace, non-violence and hospitality seems to have turned into Wild Wild West, straight out from Client Eastwood movies, where we could see the “wanted dead or alive” posters declaring cash rewards on the fugitives head and the cow-boys killing the fugitives for the cash reward.I know that cartoons drawn by the Danish cartoonist have hurt the sentiments of the Muslims, and the paintings of Hussain have hurt the sentiments of the Hindus. And its really DISGUSTING & SHAMEFUL ACT from the cartoonist and Hussain and I TOTALLY DESIST their act.
But, is this the way to go about handling such things??
I thought this is the 21st century, where progress in everyfield seems to be the highlight.But looking at such things happening, its sad to say that this cant be termed as PROGRESS..actually it feels we are BACKTRACKING towards stone age in our THOUGHTS and APPROACH towards handling problems.
In the first place, I really don’t understand what pleasure such people like Hussain and the Danish cartoonist get from creating such drawings??Is it just for publicity or are they really wacky in their mind??
Now some might argue, that its FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION, but WITH FREEDOM comes RESPONSIBILTY and one must have the maturity of using one’s freedom. The toughest part for me to understand is that these people, who are supposed to be this ‘EDUCATED’ & ‘TALENTED’ people of the society, who are aware of the other religions and live in such a cosmopolitan places, which comprises of people from different places, cast and creed, fail to understand that their doings can cause so much of turbulence and unrest in the whole of the world. Why don’t such ‘educated’ people understand that so many riots and killings in different parts of the world because of one drawing is just NOT WORTH IT.
All that I can do is pray to God Almighty to give such people little sense, and hope and pray that people don’t take up such crude & uncivilized ways of resolving issues.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Is this what you call CROWD SUPPORT??
“Your Support played a huge part in our success this week”.
These are the exact words spoken by the Indian tennis teen sensation Sania Mirza
At the award ceremony, after she and her partner Liezel Huber, defeated the Russian pair Elena and Anastassia, in the doubles final at the Bangalore Open.And when I heard these words and gave a thought about how the final match went about, I must say, her words really carried weight, and indeed the crowd did play a part in the win.But according to me, in a NEGATIVE way.I just lost count of the number of times, the match referee had to request the crowd to maintain silence during the match. There was non-stop whistling by some irritating guy or could be a group of guys, who just didn’t understand the meaning of ‘please’, and I am sure he didn’t care, if his whistling while the players were serving, was affecting their concentration.
The Russian girls were literally pleading with the match referee and asking him to request the crowd not to make so much noise atleast while they served. But the referee’s words fell on deaf ears. And this lack of concentration was very visible, with the girls making so many double faults in their serves. It was as if the sadist crowd, was finding joy in seeing that their noise was disturbing the game and the players were approaching the referee to complain. I seriously don’t understand the mentality of such people, who inspite of being told not to do something are hell bent on doing the same very thing and taking pride in doing so.I understand that the crowd had come there to support Sania, and was proud of her for bringing pride and joy to India, but come on, disturbing the game didn’t help anyone and made the matters worse. I would say such kind of behavior, will give a bad impression about Indians to the whole world, as such sports events have TV coverage and the whole world is watching such tennis tournaments. So instead of making India proud, such behavior puts India in bad light, in front of the world.
Don’t know what is the best way of handling such people? Is having the security personnel drag and push such people out, the best solution or what??
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