An ‘Electric’ Bill

I actually got zapped when i held the electricity bill for the month. It was not just 100 bucks more, nor was it twice. It was bloody 4 times the monthly average.

Don’t believe me? Let me just put it into perspective -

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icon sad An Electric Bill i just dont know where i went wrong … Oh great god of Al Gore, please forgive me ..

Update – 19th July 2009

Epilogue :  Got the bill corrected. The jackass from BESCOM, read 691 as 891 and billed me for that. BESCOM officials where really helpful to get the bill annulled and issue me a new bill without any delay. Thanks BESCOM dept. at Belandur and Kudlu Gate icon smile An Electric Bill

Why I Support The Attack On Women

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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“You’ve got mail”

From ChronicP!nk‘s web-log :

“You’ve got mail”

Red and stout, alone on the kerb,
His mood never screamed; Do not disturb.
Ever waiting, with black lips open,
Looking out for passerby’s, men or women.

Hungry forever, he looked for a bite,
Alas, he ate something I write.
For years he stood and gobbled my thoughts.
Zilch as an output for inputs as lots.

No. 201, Archbald street,
“You’ve got mail” the postman bleat.
Drowned in the soup of curiosity,
I ran eagerly to my serendipity.

I stared at the envelope,
With optimism and hope,
*pinch* I couldn’t be dreaming,
Even if I was I wouldn’t try waking.

I finally drew myself to the glue,
Unaware of its origin from where or from who,
I grasped it tightly, a firm hold.
My impatient fingers ripped the fold.

Shell-shocked, I dropped it on the ground,
The sight of the sheet made me drown.
I rubbed my eyes and hastily blinked,
Reality bit me, not a word was inked.

Really loved these words …

Bas Ek Haan Ki Guzarish….

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)

How to Start a Blog?

I have been blogging since 2006 and looking back, i’m feeling euphoric that i had picked up this hobby. But time and time again, i come across people who doesn’t have an idea what a blog is or how to start blogging. They are particularly clueless where to start. The fact is that they all know that blogging involves writing, but they don’t know where to start. Today too, i was asked twice by people as to how to start blogging.

So i finally decide that its time for me to do a writing as to – ‘How to Start a Blog?’. Don’t worry, its EASY! Its a 2 step hassle free process -  blogger How to Start a Blog?

Step – 1

Get youself registerd at one of the blogging sites like – WordPress, Blogger, TypePad, LiveJournal, Rediff etc.

Step – 2

(this is from a WordPress perspective) Click on “NewPost”, Enter a title for your post -> write -> Add this under a category -> Publishtypepad How to Start a Blog?

DONE!!!

Couple of things that u need to be aware of -

  1. You are not a star overnight – unless of course you are Aamir Khan / Amitab Bachan – Be patient and keep posting
  2. Don’t worry about the way you write, trust me, no one is a born Shakespeare (please don’t ever ever write like Shakespeare) – Keep writing, you will improve
  3. You wont get comments as soon as you do a post, for that u need to look at point 1 – Be patient and keep writing
  4. Read others blogs and comment and reply – This will lead to point 1 and 3 and help you with 2
  5. Don’t hesitate to write and be prepared for any comments.

The only way to get noticed is to keep writing and commenting, build you network in small steps. If u dont want to get noticed, its ok, still keep writing for what ever reason it may be – Bitching about you boss, writing about your love – to anything…logo How to Start a Blog?

icon smile How to Start a Blog? Happy Blogging.

I had done couple of Blogging sessions at WIPRO and at BIMTECHhere is the link to the slides