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Aftermath of an Accident

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Image0204 225x300 Aftermath of an Accident10years i’ve been riding bikes and its now that i had to fall from it. Doc-1 said that there is a hairline fracture to my right elbow, the severity of which he couldn’t gauge. Doc-2, back home, looked at the x-ray and said that  he doesn’t see any fractures. But advised me to keep the cast on for the next two weeks.

Well the news got my friends giggling – they placed me with a fractured right arm, full arm cast, directly into my wedding night! So much for my friends’ support.

The only thing i like about the whole sick-n-out for two weeks is that i can have mom’s food for two weeks. Other than that its a disaster.

Why? Well to start with, i’m in Kerala and its not the rainy season. So if i sit for 5 minutes without the fan my arm starts to sweat and it starts itching. Its the most helpless i have ever been.

I have to type with one hand and during this time Google decides to send me a Wave account. icon sad Aftermath of an Accident Image 088 150x150 Aftermath of an Accident

The fact  being that i havent been this idle and jobless since… i dont know. I hate being idle. But what can i do? So i spend my evenings having tea and the Indian-Donut (vada) icon smile Aftermath of an Accident

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It took me 2hrs to type and format this post

The Baby, The Pacifier and Me

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The Baby, The Pacifier and MeIt’s been like ages since i have seen my friend Abraham. Apart from the occasional calls, we haven’t really met in the last 2 years. So last Wednesday i got a call from him and he invited me over to his place. He is the lucky father of two girls, Sara (4½ years ) and Susanna (9 months); i’m not sure if i have the second name spelt correctly. Anyway the point is, its been a long time i have met the family and have never seen Susanna since her birth.

Sarah recollects me or rather refers to me in my absence, by holding on to the teddy that i gifted her 2 years back and saying, ‘soft teddy Jerry Uncle’. So it was not tough for me to get something for her this time. Got her a bigger teddy, that’s twice as big as the previous one. But the problem started when i started thinking what i should get the younger one.

I was at this baby’s store, next to my place, walking up and down, between all the racks of goodies for kids and babies. All that time i was lost in my thoughts, thinking what i should be getting Susanna. Then, some how i stopped in front of this rack, and was lost in thought, looking at something. I was so lost in thought that i don’t even remember what i was looking at. Until…

Couple of moments later, i felt that i was being watched. I looked to the left and this guy with a baby was staring at me quizzically. I wondered why? I looked at him wondering what happened and what did i possibly do wrong? He looks at me and then to something on the rack, that he thought i was staring at.

To my utter dismay, i realized that, i was looking at a stack of pacifiers all that time!

(but at the end of the day, the look on the baby’s face… those dreamy eyes and innocent smile i got, was worth everything .. Love you Susanna icon wink The Baby, The Pacifier and Me )

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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How do I know you…?

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She pinged me on one of the most laziest days of my life …

She asked – “Hi!!! How do i know you???”

For which i had no answer, Lord Google didn’t help, The Order of Orkut didnt help, staring at her photo for 10 min, doing a simultaneous name-to-face search and facial-recognition program on the reels of life gave “No Match Found”.

Getting ready to make a complete ‘rear-end’ out of myself, i told her “I don’t know”. She surprised me by greeting ‘G’d morning’ when it was half-an-hour past 3 in the noon and made me look like an idiot when she answered “Working for a project” to my question of “What are you doing in office on a Sunday?”. Made me think if she was was bitten by a well known Libran.

Whom so ever said, one cant beg on his knees on a chat, you now look like an absolute blossomed bottom!!! I forfeit if it was a game she was playing on me. For a person, looking so cute in her photos, to chat with a stranger for so long, proved to be quite mysterious. She vowed she had no clue.

She left me clue less, high and dry on chat. All i know is that she will be at the same location where my business travel is taking me to…

(P.S. – I did make a complete ass out of myself while chatting to her and in fact she stopped chatting after 30min. A personal best !!!)

Piece of advise : dont chat with anyone when you are drowsy, hungry, tired, lazy and have tasty food by your side .. icon biggrin How do I know you...?

Writer’s Block : WTF !!!! Fuck it, I’m back

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Writers Block : WTF !!!! Fuck it, Im backI was there. It didn’t feel great.

I was scared, i was lost, i was wandering in the dark.

I hit the Writer’s Block.

Trust me its a damn scary place. Felt good when i reached there, mainly due to the fact that i was busy at work and i was in no way even getting time to pee. Forced into the dark the force grew weaker in me. Two days back i faced the bitter reality that i had hit the block, i shouldn’t have taken the left turn at the T-junction at the dead-end, for what joy?, i have no idea.

Goddess Wikipedia (a.k.a. Goddess Saraswathi in Hindu Mythology), describes Writer’s Block as :

Writer’s block is a phenomenon involving temporary loss of ability to begin or continue writing, usually due to lack of inspiration or creativity.

Naah!!! Nothing of these caused my condition. I had inspiration(lots of it) and i had lots to write but i didn’t. Why? I needed a reason and today i have a reason to write. Breaking the door, like Rajani, i’m out with the reason i needed (I wish it was more like a girl that i walked out with).

20th Sept, 15th Oct and this one on the 30th of Oct, that was the frequency of my posts in the last 2 months.

Looking back i ponder what made me stop, was it the work or was it something more noir. Yes, work was one of the reasons, undeniably. 20+ hrs of working on a single day, my friends began referring me as IBM‘s bitch. Getting adjusted to the new life was one definite factor. But when i search deep it was something more than that. One that pains me still, tried shrugging it off, but couldn’t, it still lingers in the darkest thoughts. It can be described as one that is scariest for a writer. I was never credited for something that i wrote. Even my closest friends didnt acknowledge the fact that it was me. Bang! i got a “500 Internal Server Error” when i was expecting a “200 OK” with “Connection: Keep-Alive”.

Any way its all behind me, and i at least think that i’m back.

BTW my lingo has now been reduced into the results of an aftermath of heavy AS2/AS3 testing, with heavy dosage of XML and Development team that doesnt consent to bugs.

Taken this opportunity, if u would like anyone who is coming across this post to share, what made them hit writer’s block and how they did eventually overcome it….

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