I am not sure if I should like the movie – Dhobi Ghat (Mumbai Diaries). Probably this movie is perfect and I don’t like perfection. Whatever it is, this is not a movie review. It is something else, so hang on.
An easy life - full of freedom – lot many chances to commit mistakes – repeat mistakes – enough space to learn - observe trivial stuff - kill time - don’t live for society – but society recognizes… What else you want?
Aamir Khan was a common actor. Like any other actor, he targeted audience with stereotypic loves-lusts-fights stories. But at some point of time, he stopped soothing society. Alternatively, he showed a new dimension towards art-but-no-art movies, or say rare-breed movies. If he did not compromise with those stereotype movies, he wouldn’t have succeeded and never got chance to make countertype movies. People may not have accepted both - movies and Aamir Khan.
Equally reputed actors don’t have this dissolution towards commercial movies. They are not ready to experiment. It needs guts and Aamir Khan has it. ‘Success is relative; it’s just a state of mind’. Success is not something society awards to individual. Instead success is something individual makes society to accept their actions.
Most of the people earn money for the sake of society. They get into loop of competition/ comparison and stay there forever. Handful of folks earns money to keep it as base for their passions. Being ignorant towards money and society is not easy, people are lame ahh…
‘Going deep takes us to VOID’. At the end we may not be sure, was it really worth to go that deep. Whatever we professed may be totally in vain and same with life. It is so simple and straight-forward, but still nobody takes life for granted.
Dhobi Ghat (Mumbai diaries) made me think philosophical. Arun is idiosyncratic character. Shai always feels from heart. Munna is innocent and never tried understanding world. Yasmin is one among commoners who are victims in general. Innocence is portrayed in each of these characters.
But none of these characters are my favorite. I liked the 5th character at most, ‘Mumbai’ personified as old-idle-lady sitting on the chair thro’ out the movie. May be you won’t accept this personification, but it doesn’t matter to me. She is awesome, just an observer, never involves in anything. People ooze their sorrows, plead, threaten, cry, laugh, scream and stir their emotions with the character. Fortunately “the character never responds and never reacts, but always accommodates”.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Workaholic as a saving spree
Cubicle Coma – It’s an urban dictionary word. It means ‘you wake up and stay energized but as soon as you enter the work place, a wave of exhaustion runs over you and you suffer from weariness. Amazingly, once you leave the hellish work atmosphere, you suddenly feel energized and you will be back to comfort posture.’
During our college days, we said ‘I can’t imagine of going to office every day. Life sucks if I see myself as professional’. When we joined software industry, the common talk was ‘I don’t want to continue with this industry. I will do MS or MBA abroad and will quit’.
After one year in software industry, we convinced ourselves, ‘Work is part of life. Nobody can avoid it’. However, when our managers got frustrated during some software breakdowns, few of us yelled back ‘relax, you can’t scream at me if this bloody software doesn’t work, who cares?’. But after 4-5 years in the industry, today we feel ‘I need to go up in career and designations’.
Somehow, till now I am managing my days by not giving priority to office-work. But few times I loose control and I make profit to the company :P. Now-a-days I started feeling, ‘this work-life is never-ending as well as pain-stacking’. Cubicle coma haunts me many-a-times. Cubicle coma throws me into depression if I sit continuously for 2-3 hours in my work station. It is an endemic disease confined to computer engineers. It is an epidemic disease spreading maliciously ghosting the brains.
Really, why do we work? Topmost reason is money. We earn money to save. By default, we are Saving Sprees (meaning, Individuals determined to live according to a carefully planned out budget that would minimize spending to increase on savings).
Deep in my heart, this is what I feel. I want money. I am here to do anything for money. Motive is not to save all the moolah. Rather, spend it and experience the elite fun of the up-class society. I don’t mind respect-disrespect, good-ungood, future-unfutured ways of earning money. All izz well till I am filthy rich and exchange the moolah for entertainment.
However in reality, brain’s thinking is stronger than heart’s feeling. Though I spend a part of earnings, I save the rest. To an extent, I am concerned about future as well. I don’t have to be, but I am. Will I ever come out of this trauma of savings?
One extreme is work – I hate it, I get depressed if I work long. But if I don’t work, I won’t get money. Another extreme is savings – I do it because everybody else does it. If I spend and others save and later if I realize my spending as a mistake, where do I stand?
I thought a lot about influence of work-money on my life and remolded my way of living. This is what I am since last few years. I am neither workaholic nor lazy bum. But definitely I suffer from cubicle coma all-the-time. I am neither spend-thrift nor saving spree. But mostly inclined towards spend thrift’s edge. Now the question is, is there any perfect urban word for me like individuals?
Whatever the word is… prone to cubicle coma is disgraceful. Being workaholic is something awkward. Being saving spree is sick. And being both workaholic and saving spree is something awkwardicilious and sickadocious, better die.
It is awesome if we are able to come out of cubicle coma haunt and say ourselves that, “I am neither workaholic nor saving spree. However, I work to survive and to be fit in the industry. I save a part of earnings so that I won’t repent later for lavish spending. At the same time, I have funtainment at work and experiment eclectic luxuries at the cost of money”. How to implement this level of satisfactory life style? Answer is, GURUit. Check out the explanation athttp://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=GURUit
God, “I don’t want to work in vain,
And I don’t want to save with pain,
Give me some sunshine, give me some rain,
Give me another chance, wanna chillax once again”.
During our college days, we said ‘I can’t imagine of going to office every day. Life sucks if I see myself as professional’. When we joined software industry, the common talk was ‘I don’t want to continue with this industry. I will do MS or MBA abroad and will quit’.
After one year in software industry, we convinced ourselves, ‘Work is part of life. Nobody can avoid it’. However, when our managers got frustrated during some software breakdowns, few of us yelled back ‘relax, you can’t scream at me if this bloody software doesn’t work, who cares?’. But after 4-5 years in the industry, today we feel ‘I need to go up in career and designations’.
Somehow, till now I am managing my days by not giving priority to office-work. But few times I loose control and I make profit to the company :P. Now-a-days I started feeling, ‘this work-life is never-ending as well as pain-stacking’. Cubicle coma haunts me many-a-times. Cubicle coma throws me into depression if I sit continuously for 2-3 hours in my work station. It is an endemic disease confined to computer engineers. It is an epidemic disease spreading maliciously ghosting the brains.
Really, why do we work? Topmost reason is money. We earn money to save. By default, we are Saving Sprees (meaning, Individuals determined to live according to a carefully planned out budget that would minimize spending to increase on savings).
Deep in my heart, this is what I feel. I want money. I am here to do anything for money. Motive is not to save all the moolah. Rather, spend it and experience the elite fun of the up-class society. I don’t mind respect-disrespect, good-ungood, future-unfutured ways of earning money. All izz well till I am filthy rich and exchange the moolah for entertainment.
However in reality, brain’s thinking is stronger than heart’s feeling. Though I spend a part of earnings, I save the rest. To an extent, I am concerned about future as well. I don’t have to be, but I am. Will I ever come out of this trauma of savings?
One extreme is work – I hate it, I get depressed if I work long. But if I don’t work, I won’t get money. Another extreme is savings – I do it because everybody else does it. If I spend and others save and later if I realize my spending as a mistake, where do I stand?
I thought a lot about influence of work-money on my life and remolded my way of living. This is what I am since last few years. I am neither workaholic nor lazy bum. But definitely I suffer from cubicle coma all-the-time. I am neither spend-thrift nor saving spree. But mostly inclined towards spend thrift’s edge. Now the question is, is there any perfect urban word for me like individuals?
Whatever the word is… prone to cubicle coma is disgraceful. Being workaholic is something awkward. Being saving spree is sick. And being both workaholic and saving spree is something awkwardicilious and sickadocious, better die.
It is awesome if we are able to come out of cubicle coma haunt and say ourselves that, “I am neither workaholic nor saving spree. However, I work to survive and to be fit in the industry. I save a part of earnings so that I won’t repent later for lavish spending. At the same time, I have funtainment at work and experiment eclectic luxuries at the cost of money”. How to implement this level of satisfactory life style? Answer is, GURUit. Check out the explanation at
God, “I don’t want to work in vain,
And I don’t want to save with pain,
Give me some sunshine, give me some rain,
Give me another chance, wanna chillax once again”.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Walking Together
The day we met, never knew how fate could destine us,
I just thought you can be a good friend…
...As days passed,Though I realized its lot more than friendship,
I assumed there is nothing much…
...Dreaming of walking together, I always feared the path I have to walk,
Though I always wanted to be with you…
...As life moved on, I met new people and felt life is lot more than you,
May be I didn’t know ‘my life lies in you’…
...In mid of accomplishing dreams, I thought I need to stay alone,
I didn’t understood being with you is my only dream…
...While building the relationships, I learnt that I moved too far, really far,
And I realized I hurt you many-a-times…
...From the past-2-present, for all Ups-n-Downs or say, for all Goods-n-Bads,
I just wish to whisper ‘Forgive-n-Forget’ all the ‘Downs-n-Bads’…
...NOW, as the days sail, When the dreams are turning true,
I want to spirit the desire on you which lies beneath-the-bosom…
...NOW to FOREVER, I just want to be in your arms,
I want to love and want to be loved…
...Dreaming of walking together, I crave to walk with your rhythm,
I crave to step as you sing…
...The day you leave me alone in this world, My dreams die, My hopes vanish,
Rather I die, Or we shall walk together all the way…
- Guru
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Best deal
People fight for their lives and earn money. They crave to save money for their family and children. But what if the complete hard earned money weirdly goes into a stranger’s hands and the whole efforts turns out to be meaningless?
There is lady in my native in her 50s. She is my mom's friend. She was born and brought up in a poor family where she fought for survival. She is not even blessed with beauty. At the right age, she didn’t get marry. Around 12 years back, when she was in her early 40s, she ended up marrying a rich widower and moved to my native.
The widower was filthy rich and all his fortune was of his father-in-law. He didn’t have any children. After the death of his wife, he married this lady. Both led decent family life for 10-12 years. Since last 1-2 years, his health was totally upset. When conditions turned hard and doctors confirmed his last days, the lady brought a guy into her home and declared him as her cousin brother who came to take care of her husband. Everybody in the town trusted as she was good in character. This cousin brother is a divorcee and has 2 children studying in school.
Last year, the husband died and she became the whole and sole proprietor for billions of rupees worth property. After a decent break, for everybody’s surprise, she married the so-called cousin brother and started family life in the same house. With hell lots of efforts, she convinced relatives/ people around her and managed to be the part of community. The hard earned money of a 1st wife’s father, which went into the hands of son-in-law, is serving as fortune for an unknown couple in their old age.
And the best part is, this couple adopted a baby girl few months back. She supports her act with a sound. "Life is meaningless without children. But we both are old and can't have children on our own. So we decided to adopt a baby. Now if we adopt baby boy, we have to take care of him for next 25 years. Instead, we can adopt a baby girl and get her married in next 18-19 years and come out of our responsibilities soon".
Anyways, I was not able to stop thinking about this baby girl. How lucky is she? Was she born orphan, just to be the part of this drama?
The hard earned money of Person 'A' went into the hands of his son-in-law ‘B’ which later served an unknown lady 'C'. The lady 'C' went for the 2nd marriage with a divorcee guy 'D' who abandoned his first wife and the children. This ‘C’ & ‘D couple adopted a baby girl 'E'. Now the whole property is waiting at the feet of this baby girl. The baby girl will not even know the name of the person who earned this much money for her. Rather, she won't even believe her ‘so-called-parents’ story !!!
This is the best deal done by the fate with hell lot of negotiations between unrelated people and inter-connecting them.
I don’t know about the guy who earned this much money. I don’t know how much serious was he and the ways he struggled for every penny. But I learnt one thing. There is no point in fighting for every penny and withhold our desires all the time, when we don’t know for whom we are earning.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Indecent Blog
Disclaimer 1: It may seem indecent for few. Please stop reading if you cannot accept this as a joke.
Disclaimer 2: This disclaimer is dedicated to hero (Romeo) of this story – “I hope you won't read this blog at any point of time as we are hardly in touch with each other. But if at all you end up reading this blog, don't feel bad. We all moved on and I know you are good enough. I am not making fun of you. Rather, the accidental incidents happened created this scene” :)
Incident: Last month when I visited India, we – college buddies (Me, Sukesh, Girish, Nandish & Kiran) - met in Bangalore Central mall. After chillaxing for 2-3 hrs, we planned to stay overnight at Maddur Coffee day on Bangalore-Mysore highway. On the way, we got down at some local dhaba for dinner. Our group has one bad habit. Whenever we meet, we go crazy few times and we call any of our college friends with whom we didn’t have healthy relationship. We speak to them sarcastically, we rip them off and few times we end up taunting them too. I know this is weird and wrong.
In dhaba we were exchanging memorable incidents during college days. Gradually the topic moved on to Romeo. He was a good friend of us. But he never succeeded to be one among us because of his own ideologies. During first 3 years of college, he acted like saint and preached us not to roam with any girl and all. He was like papa who restricted our moves, ‘don’t do this, don’t do that’ But during 4th year of college, the things changed so weird. He became close to one girl and he declared it as ‘brotherly relationship’. After few months this brotherly affection turned out to be love !!!
Well, it was almost 12.30 midnight and we called Romeo. He didn’t pick up the call. Next time we called him, the Airtel voice mail said “The mobile phone you are trying to reach is out of network coverage area. Please try again later”. After a while, the phone rang and he didn’t pick up. This repeated for sometime. Finally we sent a message to his girl friend “Guru here, me in India, wanna speak 2 ur boy, send his new no. if any”. We didn’t get any reply. But next time when I called him, he picked the call.
I don’t know if you can understand what I am trying to convey. At night 1’O clock, EITHER guy is not picking up the call OR his mobile is out of coverage area repeatedly. But one text message to his GF made him to pick the call :P
We spoke on loud speaker and acted like real pain in a**. At last Kiran dropped one awesome double meaning joke. It was too vulgar. He said “Dude, looks like you were busy doing something and we disturbed you. Between, something is happening with your mobile. It is going in and coming out of the network coverage area repeatedly… In and Out, In and Out… Don’t keep your mobile in OUT-OF-NETWORK area and take it out so often. Mobile may stop working forever”
We all stared at Kiran and there was a panic silence for few seconds. But we couldn’t control our laugh anymore. All 5 of us busted laughing atleast for 1-2 mins with weird sounds. Romeo got really pissed off. He just said ‘BYE’ and hung up the call.
Disclaimer 2: This disclaimer is dedicated to hero (Romeo) of this story – “I hope you won't read this blog at any point of time as we are hardly in touch with each other. But if at all you end up reading this blog, don't feel bad. We all moved on and I know you are good enough. I am not making fun of you. Rather, the accidental incidents happened created this scene” :)
Incident: Last month when I visited India, we – college buddies (Me, Sukesh, Girish, Nandish & Kiran) - met in Bangalore Central mall. After chillaxing for 2-3 hrs, we planned to stay overnight at Maddur Coffee day on Bangalore-Mysore highway. On the way, we got down at some local dhaba for dinner. Our group has one bad habit. Whenever we meet, we go crazy few times and we call any of our college friends with whom we didn’t have healthy relationship. We speak to them sarcastically, we rip them off and few times we end up taunting them too. I know this is weird and wrong.
In dhaba we were exchanging memorable incidents during college days. Gradually the topic moved on to Romeo. He was a good friend of us. But he never succeeded to be one among us because of his own ideologies. During first 3 years of college, he acted like saint and preached us not to roam with any girl and all. He was like papa who restricted our moves, ‘don’t do this, don’t do that’ But during 4th year of college, the things changed so weird. He became close to one girl and he declared it as ‘brotherly relationship’. After few months this brotherly affection turned out to be love !!!
Well, it was almost 12.30 midnight and we called Romeo. He didn’t pick up the call. Next time we called him, the Airtel voice mail said “The mobile phone you are trying to reach is out of network coverage area. Please try again later”. After a while, the phone rang and he didn’t pick up. This repeated for sometime. Finally we sent a message to his girl friend “Guru here, me in India, wanna speak 2 ur boy, send his new no. if any”. We didn’t get any reply. But next time when I called him, he picked the call.
I don’t know if you can understand what I am trying to convey. At night 1’O clock, EITHER guy is not picking up the call OR his mobile is out of coverage area repeatedly. But one text message to his GF made him to pick the call :P
We spoke on loud speaker and acted like real pain in a**. At last Kiran dropped one awesome double meaning joke. It was too vulgar. He said “Dude, looks like you were busy doing something and we disturbed you. Between, something is happening with your mobile. It is going in and coming out of the network coverage area repeatedly… In and Out, In and Out… Don’t keep your mobile in OUT-OF-NETWORK area and take it out so often. Mobile may stop working forever”
We all stared at Kiran and there was a panic silence for few seconds. But we couldn’t control our laugh anymore. All 5 of us busted laughing atleast for 1-2 mins with weird sounds. Romeo got really pissed off. He just said ‘BYE’ and hung up the call.
Monday, October 5, 2009
An embarrassing experience in a gift shop
Since 3 days my manager was pestering me to buy some gift for Shiva’s Birthday. On 3rd October, after a late wake up on the weekend, I was just chilling out in my room. It was 7 PM in the evening and my manager called me ‘Shiva is coming to
I went to a gift shop in a near by mall. I walked aimlessly through out the shop atleast 4 times in search of a damn gift, but cou
ldn't find any. I realized 'A guy buying not-too-costly gifts for birthday like silly things for another guy is really tough task'… Finally a pair of cute WINE GLASSES bewitched me. On spot I fancied a happening scene in my mind. Anyway he is getting married shortly and it will be romantic for the couple to dress up in tender WHITE attire and drink RED WINE in YELLOW stemmed glasses - sitting on the rustic wooden chairs with an aesthetically carved table under dim GREEN light with a pleasant fragrance of the perfume with soft soothing music in a cute n cozy studio apartment… Woh… Without any second thoughts I grabbed the pair of glasses and moved towards Greeting Card Section.
I was searching for some specific card but I didn't know what was that 'specific'!!! There were various sections - Father's Bday, Aunt’s Bday, Farewell cards, Get Well Soon cards etc etc... Suddenly a weird thing flashed in my mind and I was excited. There was a Filipino girl at the cash counter and an Arab lady checking some gifts. I slowly walked towards the counter and approached her in lower tone 'hmmmm by any luck, do you have some greeting card given to a guy for his last bachelor birthday...'
Suddenly I felt it was not making sense to ask such a card. I never saw such card till date. Even the girl stood dumb. The lady beside us stared at us. All 3 of us were silent for 40-50 seconds. Slowly, with a naughty smile the girl repeated my words with long pauses 'Last... Bachelor... Birthday... Card…… for a guy?'.Then she said 'no sir, we don't have any such cards'.
Why did I feel weird all of a sudden? Why did they give strange pauses/ staring? Was that too specific? Should I blame my manager for being the root cause? Or is this not weird at all? I slowly moved to left and picked up one decent card - 'Belated Birthday Wishes' card.
Just to boost my spirit and show her I am still in game, I told her, 'I think you should recommend the company to produce cards for Last Bachelor Birthday' :)
This time she was smart and replied instantly, 'Sir, by the time you get marry, I don't think any of your friends will give you Birthday card. It’s nice to see you'.There was THE WEIRD smile hidden in her reply.
I just walked out of the store without any word with a pretentious grin!!!
Whatever it is, I heard of bachelor party, bachelor hangouts, bachelor gifts etc... But this 'last Bachelor year Birthday card' is quite different :P
Monday, September 7, 2009
What do you live for?
We rarely question ‘what do we live for?’ And most of us can’t find convincing answer. Straight away I will rule out the possibility of the answer ‘my essence of the life is my family’. Atleast for we guyz in unmarried 20s (as Shreya quotes in the movie Lets Enjoy), parents love is something like ‘we can’t live with it and we can’t live without it’ :P
The other 5 core passions which make us to lead life could be
1. Achievement in career
2. Money and Status
3. Live for you, Live for passion
4. Love and Friendship
5. Explore and Experience
Believe me folks, till now if you never thought what you are living for and if you just want to compete with others in terms of your qualification and routine job, better commit suicide. If you don’t compete, another jack ass is there to compete and over take. :P
1. I don’t know why world is so much behind the achievement and the career. I never get excited if something good happens in my professional career. One thing is true, every damn person struggles for betterment of career and you may go unnoticed after your arduous efforts as everybody dies to achieve.
2. Money and Status is something where I am stuck with. I don’t mind status but money matters a lot. I feel weird about Indians when it comes to money. As per my experience with many other nationalities, for most of them money is not meant for saving. Instead they see money as mode of comfort. They earn money to lead quality life. But we Indians earn money to save; we compromise quality of life for the sake of saving. I want to earn money just for 2 reasons:
- To spend money I need to earn money. I want to go wherever I dream, buy whatever I wish and do whatever I want.
- For the sake of fellow Indians – Whether we agree or not, we blindly judge any person based on money he/ she has. We have this attitude in our veins. This is the most depressing factor with Indians. Most of you say ‘no, no, no, I am not like this’…… But it is ‘yes, yes, yes, we are like this’……
3. Living for you is something awesome. If you have some passion, say art or music and if you can lead your life comfortably with that passion, that is something perfect. I envy people who earn money with passion as their investment. For eg: Musicians, artists etc. The biggest odd in my life is ‘I am engineer’. I can never stay happy till I work in some office sitting 8-9 hours per day and doing some crazy technical stuff :(
4. Love and Friendship – Keeping primary essence as ‘relationship’ and finding happiness in expressing - experiencing the closeness is awesome. How many of us really-really have best friend whom we trust without any second thought? How many of us can confidently say 'she is my perfect love and I trust her'? I bet 99% of us don’t have ‘friends/ love for life’. We show-off our life styles, we lie to maintain exaggerated status; we try to hide feelings for the sake of ego.
5. The last one is ‘exploring and experiencing’. May be we don’t have born passions or talents. But there are many worldly things which attract us, like – roaming countries, understanding various cultures, having very good hobbies. But most of us restrict ourselves thinking we may loose track in life and we may get screwed up in terms of time and money.
Whatever it is, life is not that serious. I feel my life is precious and in the same way, you feel your life is precious. But at the end of the day, none of us are special. Nobody really achieves anything great. We don’t know what life is after death, we don’t know what life was before birth. We don’t know what is good or what is bad.
Some ancestors set good – bad, right – wrong, meaningful - meaningless and we blindly follow the same. People say ‘praying god is good, scolding god is bad… saving money is good, wasting time is bad'… But as per me ‘being too serious in life is bad, turning off our passions for the sake of money is bad, hurting others with our attitude is bad’. Except these, everything else is good in this random-unidentified world’
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