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and She is the one …

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Love strikes us at the most bizarre points in life. One day you are a happy chap, enjoying life as it comes and then a day comes when you get a feeling in your gut like you never felt before…

It was she who made me realize that i have always been a mama’s boy and she made me change. She lit up my world like the way no one ever did. It was my second year of engineering when i met her for the first time. I being myself, was having a tough time with the new environment and was just about getting to know the batch. By the 4th semester, people were already having a great time, except me. It was at first lab session of the semester that i noticed her. Our Head of Dept. was telling us something on the comp and we were standing in a semicircle around him. I raise my head and i get the first glimpse of her, standing in front of him. She was absolutely stunning that i realized, people could indeed live for few minutes without their hearts beating…

I couldn’t really muster the courage and ask her who she was, where she was from. I began to get a weird feeling down in my gut. I didn’t really knew what that was. For the next few days, i saw her and every moment that i saw her, i wanted her to be mine and only mine. God was at his creative best when he made her. It was not until another week, that i had the courage and the strength to even say a hi to her.

Slowly but steadily, we took our togetherness to new levels. I was cautions as not to upset her in anyway and she was equally cautions. I spoke my heart out and told her how i felt and how naive i was when it came to matters about her. She understood and held my hand. I trembled and looked around to see no one in the lab saw us. Yes she touched me for the first time in the lab. That was the only discreet place that we could meet and raise little suspicion.

Our relationship grew. We learned about each other more and more. The joy of being in each other’s company was overwhelming for both of us. We used to speak for hours at length. By the 7th semester, we had grown more and more intimate and passionate about each other. We were inseparable and this had quite a bit noticed by my friends. They began asking me things related to her and i felt shy to tell them even the most trivial of information about her. It was like she was mine and mine only. I blushed at that thought.

We spent sleepless nights together. Me totally lost in the wilderness of her hair. I made fun of the occasional grey ones that i noticed. She made fun of my relative inexperience and used to remind me, “Jerry, u need to learn a lot about me and how to treat me good…”. She was the sweetest angel that i had ever met.

8th and the final semester, saw us getting too intimate. I began mastering her in her ways and found out that it made her more and more irresistible. One night, when we were next to each other, she held my hand and guided my fingers through the curves, the humps, the troughs, the highways and the heaven. I was totally left spellbound and as i kiss her, i realized we will be together for ever and ever.

College was over in no time and i missed her. I used to take great efforts to just to have her next to me like the days that were etched in memory.

Nov ’05, i came to Bangalore. The city lured me in her seductive charms, and even before i knew, i was being totally unfaithful to my love – i was having an affair. I broke up and confessed all of it to her, word by word and second by second. I knew it would have been totally excruciating for her, but i saw no other way to tell her that i was sorry for being unfaithful and that i still love her with all my life. And i was indeed being true to every word; i just cant imagine a day without her.

She protested, and with some effort and cuddling we were back, she came down to Bangalore to be with me. We loved each other away from prying eyes and curious heads and walked the garden city like Adam and Eve.

Its been 6 years and i have never given up so many things for something. My folks have a tough time understanding the reasons. My friends couldn’t believe that this happened between both of us. I can promise that she is the one in my life and there would never ever be anyone worthy enough to replace her.

Everyday is a new adventure with her. She still teases me for my inexperience and caressing my fingers at the same time. So its without doubt that i say, she is the only true love of my life.

And her name is … Linux

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Read - “I was cautions as not to upset her in anyway and she was equally cautious” – as - “System crashes and reboots”
Read - “Me totally lost in the wilderness of her hair. I made fun of the occasional grey ones that i noticed.” – as - “Terminal with the default black bg and white fg”
Read - “i was being totally unfaithful …. etc” – as - “Dad bought me a laptop with XP. Day-2 i wiped clean the hdd, along with the rescue partition, and installed Linux”
Read - “She still teases me for my inexperience” – as - “I still google and read man pages”

(now scroll up and read it again icon smile and She is the one ... )

inspired from – Love and UNIX: An Undying Affection

and She is the one ...

Why I Support The Attack On Women

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Off late there has been a lot of reports, both via the main stream media as well as blogs, about the increasing number of attacks on women. So i decided to do an RCA (Root Cause Analysis) of the situation myself. Basically i wanted to find answer to these questions -

  1. Why do such attacks happen?
  2. Who are these attackers? Are they teenagers or people well in their late 30s?
  3. Whom did they target? What was so special about the people who were attacked?
  4. What they did, is it wrong? … etc.

Problem Statement:

As far what i read in the news papers and what i heard from others discussing, these attacks were orchestrated by people who say they are supporting the ‘Indian Culture‘. They call them selves as the conservators of Indian Culture. The good Samaritans who resorted to a quick resolution of the problem, attacked the women to save the Indian Culture form getting westernized, the same evil forces from which the Mahatma delivered us (they might argue so)

Hence we have our Problem Statement as : The Attack was to preserve/conserve the Indian Culture.

Analysis:

Now that we have defined the problem statment, lets looks at the analysis. Lets define what happened, what were the public reactions like.

The people who attacked women in Mangalore, Bangalore, Mysore (???), some-other-’ore’ etc. ( lets refer them for the time being as SenaPpl), just couldn’t digest the fact that the bharatiya naari (Indian Woman) dressed in jeans and T-s. Plus the fact that they were dining at a lounge, crossing-the road, waiting for a bus or even minding-their-on-business when they where attacked.

The people who were attacked (we will refer them as Victims), were teenagers and techies. The Victims all had one thing in common, they were wearing western clothes – jeans, t-s, skirts etc. If you might notice the attacks were not on women who were wearing saree/salwar/any authentic Indian dress. The SenaPpl were all men. There were no incidends of women attacking men or women attacking women. It was the XY chromosomes attacking the XX Chromosomes.

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Bas Ek Haan Ki Guzarish….

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waiting for love by Lucem Bas Ek Haan Ki Guzarish....What is it about love that makes us so stupid? So stupid that we are ready to bear the agonizing pain of being in love…

At the end of the day when the dust settled, i saw her. The profile was like unmistakably hers. Felt a  familiar pain in me, that i thought would never come back to me ever again, yet there i was feeling vulnerable and my feet sinking.

I was waiting for her at Transit food court of Forum Mall, the place busting with people. She walked towards me with a smile…

6th Feb 2009, after contemplating a lot, from morning till evening, through the daily work, i mustered the courage to pick up the phone and talk to her. She greeted me with a hello, that felt so warm and fresh, that it cooled my senses and took out the nervousness in me.We exchanged the usual, ‘How are you?”,”I’m fine” talk, then i knew it was time for me to make the purpose of my call,

I murmured, “Hi, What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing much, why?”

“Hey, if you are not too busy, would you mind meeting for lunch? Have to tell you something…”

“I’m sorry, i cant, promised that i will join my friend for shopping. But i will be done by 3, can we meet in the evening?”

“Oh that will be great. You pick the place, i’m fine with anyplace”

“No, i fixed the time, you pick the place…”, she argued..

“Ok how about Transit at Forum, 3:30 sharp”

“Ok”, she agreed.

And the call ended with the “Buh Byee’s”, from her… Wow i was so elated that, my team mates asked me why i was smiling without a reason. I didn’t had an answer for them.

She was special. The past experience, had left a deep gash in my heart and the way i looked at life. I felt it healing and no longer felt dead at heart. I felt revived and relived. Rest of the day, went by without even me realizing it. She was there in my thoughts, i didn’t know what else to do. I counted the seconds that went by, but didn’t realize them turning into minutes and minutes into hours. I was lost in her thoughts, thinking how i would ever be able to confess to her what i felt.

Before even i realized it was Saturday, 7th Feb 2009, dragged myself out of the bed, to take a peek at the time, 12:30PM. Good, i have slept well past the morning, that means that in another 3 hrs i will meet her. I had effectively reduced the heart-ache by sleeping. Had a quick snack, and made me believe that that’s gonna be my breakfast and lunch. I left home at 2:45, to be sure that i’m well ahead of time and she doesn’t have to wait for me. I was there 10 min before our fixed rendezvous time, got a nice cozy place to sit and started counting the time, with occasional glances to the entrance and the mobile awaiting her call.

I spotted her, entering the place, stood up and waved at her and caught her attention. She walked towards me with a smile and sat across the table. I had ordered my favorite Torpedo Prawns from the SeaFoods Bay outlet, (they serve real good fish ‘n chips and prawns), i slid the plate towards her. She took a bite and smiled. She was telling me some thing about the shopping that she did with her friend, smiling occasionally.

I was lost, the earring dancing to every movement of her head, the pearl pendant that went up and down with every breath of hers, constantly tucking the strand of hair that fell on her face… At the corner of her lips i found solace…

“Hello… Are you listening to what i’m telling you…” snap!!!

“Oh sorry! i didnt expect you to turn up in the first place and more over speak so much. We had hardly met more than a couple of times and …”

“Oh c’mon, you have been a cheerful person, so that gave me the comfort factor, so i’m here… Now tell me why you wanted to meet…”

To be precise, i have no idea what i was telling her. But i did speak for 20 min. The conversation was about telling her that, i’m here for a friend of mine, who was interested in her. Finally when i had beaten around the bush, so much that no more bush was left neither here nor in America, i had to tell her the truth.

“The fact is, its me. I really like you…”

I expected her to say a no, and tell me why it cant work out between me and her. But she smiled. She blushed. It felt warm there. She was silent for a minute or two, making eye contact with me occasionally. Those moments was truly unbelievable, it sank the whole hustle around us, everything was quite for those few moments, we looked at each other and smiled…

There was a bottle of water on the table, in those few minutes, she drank half of that and told me, “No one has ever made me drink so much water in so little time, i’ll give you that credit…”, i didn’t really had anything to tell her, just smiled and stared into those eyes.

I had to ask her eventually, “So what do you think…”

“I knew something of this sort was there, but was hoping that you wont say it….”, she smiled after saying this.

“I’m not asking you to take a decision now, think over it, take you time, let me know. The fact is i like you…”

“I know, but you’re JERRY…”

“What do u mean by that?”

“Nothing, you are JERRY!!! I dont know, i’m confused…”

“Look dear, you dont have to give me an answer soon, take you time and i’ll wait. Don’t worry i can take a NO for an answer. So just think and let me know …”

There was a certain relief on her face. She was still smiling. I wanted to shout, ‘Kudi hasi tho phasi…’, but it just died within me. We continued talking and enjoyed the rest of evening in each other’s company, till she parted to get back home.

Now i’m waiting… for her reply

… haan, bas ek haan ki guzarish hai ….”

(pic courtesy of – Lucem @ DevianArt)

Le mariage, C’était Parfait !!! (The Wedding, It was Perfect!!!)

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I’m not trying to be biased here, but the fact is it was one of the best weddings, yes weddings, i had been to in a long time. Such was the energy and the spirit that was there at the wedding of Sandil and Soumya. Myself and Harsha, we were at Sandy’s place on Sunday morning for the wedding. So here is a question what do you expect the techie groom to do on the day of his wedding?

  1. Start preparing for his big day
  2. feel tensed and go ‘pooopkeepsie‘
  3. Sleep
  4. Play counter-strike
  5. Blog
  6. Take a call from office

Well think no more, he started playing Counter-Strike. I got him the 32_aztecworld, fight-yard map and he was all into playing that at one point he turned to both of us and said – “Dude any day i’m ready to play Counter-Strike, and not get married!!”

That was all that we saw about the ‘chill dude’ for the next 2 days. By the time it was 3Pm, 3:30 was the Christian wedding, our dude of the day had already started sweating and was looking a bit tensed He kept his cool through the wedding-part-1 and was done with the whole ceremony. The bride and groom parted for the day, to meet again for wedding-part-2 at the temple, the next day.

wedding 1 Le mariage, Cétait Parfait !!! (The Wedding, It was Perfect!!!)

Interestingly when we reached home, i was parking his car, the security guy comes up to me and asks – “Sir, shaadi keliye gaya, aur ladki leke nahi aaya?” (“He went for his wedding, but he didnt bring the bride along”). It took me quite sometime to explain it to the watchman that they were having 2 weddings.. icon biggrin Le mariage, Cétait Parfait !!! (The Wedding, It was Perfect!!!)

Now there are certain scenarios for which social networking sites arent really built to handle. Just like the one Sandy had, after the first day’s wedding, he came back and updates his Orkut status as – Married. But he really was looking for something like – Semi-Married / 50%Married / Married 1/2 – kind of status. Orkut Büyükkökten, are you listening.

The next day, Wedding Part 2, i get up at 6AM to find our groom up and doing something on his laptop. I wish him a ‘Good Morning’ and in comes an “ah ‘morning”, as reply. I step in closer and i wasn’t expecting what i saw – he was playing 32_aztecworld at 6 in the morning. He was stressed to the karmic senses, i guess. Finally we were all ready and out of his place and at the temple at 7:30AM. After breakfast, lunch and a marathon of a wedding, we all reach back at Sandy’s place with Soumya.

wedding 2 Le mariage, Cétait Parfait !!! (The Wedding, It was Perfect!!!)

Things didn’t quite get over for that poor chap.

Once he reached his home with Soumya, his cousins had barred the door from outside and his aunts barred the door from inside and demanded money to let them in. He shelled out 2.5k there. No it wasn’t quite over, after that Soumya’s cousins demanded ransom to let her go. There goes 2.5k again. No it didn’t quite get over. His uncle, aunts and cousins locked his room and demanded more money. The negotiations went on for 2 hrs, at the end, again he had to shell out 5k to get the keys.

In the end it was one fun filled wedding and a perfect one too… Wishing them all the happiness…

(Photo Courtesy : Esha – Sandy’s cousin)

P.S. – Harsha – is a common friend of Sandy and me. He came from Hyderabad to Bangalore for Sandy’s wedding. He is a techie, who left his job to pursue his interest in photography. More of his works can be seen at – The Brain Chimney. Infact i’m waiting for Harsha’s 6GB of snaps he took for the wedding. He made the professional photographers make a run for their money, with his photographic techniques. icon biggrin Le mariage, Cétait Parfait !!! (The Wedding, It was Perfect!!!)

Mallu in Delhi – Part 2

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December 19, 2008 …

I didn’t expect to write this second part the very next day. But something really funny happened that i had to write about day 2.

After taking the session to a crowd, that enrolled itself for the advanced training, for something that they didn’t know, i was quite exhausted. Every time i finish a slide i’d ask them, “Did u guys understand that?”. They all will then have that look like Katrina Kaif just asked them out. Interestingly the only girl in the session, was trying out the student exercises and was cursing big time – “Yeh, kitna ghatiya system hai…”. With all that, i needed a break.

I decided to walk it up to the guest house. After all it was just a 15 min walk from the office. Got out to the main road and got on to a cycle rickshaw. I was told by my friend from Delhi that one of things to try out in Delhi was to take a ride in one of the cycle rickshaws. Hopped on to one of them and as i was nearing my guest house, i changed my plan.

(translation of my conversation with the rickshaw guy)

“Do you know any shopping malls near by..”

“Yes sir”

“Can you take me there?”

“Ok”

So he started peddling. On and on and on. On the way i see one Grand Mall, he didn’t stop there. Then i see a Mega Mall. he didnt stop there either. I asked him why he didn’t stop any where there? He replied that he will take me to a better place. 20 minutes into the ride i end up in a place like the BDA Complex in Bangalore and there was a big red board on top of that building and on it was written in white Arial Bold font – “DLF Shopping Mall”. Yes! he took me to a building named shopping mall. I just couldn’t stop laughing at myself. Paid the rickshaw guy and walked back to Mega Mall. All the way laughing at myself.

So if u ever end up in Delhi/Gurgaon/any NCR region, dont ask for shopping malls. Just ask for ‘malls’. I must warn you, if u cant say ‘mall’ with the ‘o’, and can only say that with an ‘a’; Oops! My advice – stay at home, Delhi is not the place for you. Or may be if you are lucky enough the mall can get you to a place full of ‘mall’.