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What would You do and Why?

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A long winding road. The kind of road that is perfect for driving, with fields on one side and a water body on the other. Trees adorn the sides of the road with intermittent patches of shade and sunshine. The kind of road that you love to slow cruise on your vehicle rather than set the next land speed record. Other vehicles seldom pass through this road. Public transportation is close to non existent.

You are driving on that road, on a summer afternoon. Catching a break from the buzz of the city life.

Scenario 1 : You spot an elderly woman, alone by the side of the road. Her are close to rags. They have signs that tells you that she could have been working in the fields. She looks tired. She spots you on the road, approaching and signs that she needs a lift in the direction you are going.

Scenario 2 : You spot a young girl, shades, shorts and tees, alone by the side of road. There is no hint of her being out on the road for long. She looks fantastic and great curves. She spots you on the road, approaching and signs that she needs a lift in the direction you are going.

Question : Whom would you give the lift to and why did you decide not to stop for the other person?

P.S. Ladies, if you are reading this then change the characters to an old man and a handsome chap. icon wink What would You do and Why?  

Why you should and shouldnt get married early?

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Walking back home from work today, a friend of mine messaged me telling me about her plight. She goes on to say that she wont be marrying soon (reasons unknown) and eventually when she marries, she will be (in her own words) – ” married of to some geek for sure… all bald, fat buddas(old men)… 29, 30 years old “.

This made me wonder. Its not just her, its the problem with all women who are going to marry late. Since there was nothing else to think about, i thought about the situation from a guys perspective. After much thinking i realized that women who are marrying late and men who marry ( late / early / on time) are going to face this issue.

We all know that, every second person we meet has something to do with the software industry, so there is no escaping it. Hence i’m convinced that atleast 75% of us will face the following situation for once in their life and will be stuck there for ever.

For Women marrying late, as the situation above describes-

You will be married off to someone in the IT industry, who after 7-8 years in the industry is a Team Lead with 10-15 credit cards doing balance transfers, cant run up 10 flights of stairs as he is only used to sitting, burps at the table and doesnt know much about manners, picks his nose in public, cant speak anything like a normal person without using technical jargons, cant see his toes anymore and the only smalltalk that he can ever have is about tax slabs about which he wont be having any idea about

For guys its gets tougher  -

.. you’d be marrying a chick (hopefully), which is more or less like buying a new car – diminishing value and performance and looks getting outdated with time. Then when you see a new car on the road, the latest model, you wish it was yours. She will initially be a beauty and then turn into a blubber, putting on weight over the years as she doesnt have to look good anymore, she has trapped her prey. She’d have flabs over the years, which can supplement for cusions. Fashion will be kurtas with long slits that show off her enormous thighs. I’d have to be on top of her if i ever have to do her, else i’ll be crushed to death. She with the 2 kids (which you’ll have over time) will go blah blah blah blah every time you’re stuck in traffic, watching the finals, reading, sleeping ….

In short  – Wish you a Happy Married life!!! icon biggrin Why you should and shouldnt get married early?

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)

En Route to Office…

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Its a beautiful Monday morning … YAWN!!!!!!!!

I dont want to talk about Monday mornings. Like all other Monday mornings, today i was late to get up, slept through the ‘wake-up’ time.

Today i found something that was my time-pass to the way to office in the morning. With all the damned jams and slow moving traffic, these were real amusing…

  • An auto that had no inch left to be decorated with multi-colored stickers, looked like a Pharaoh’s 21st century ride
  • Every damn guys is late and its jammed
  • The chick behind the bike always looks cute on a Monday morning and her beauty-quotient drops as we move to Friday
  • This applies to all the days – 80% of chicks riding a 2-wheeler wear a jacket with either/both the shades of Blue / Red. Its like their universal code.
  • On any given working day, the average body area of a lady covered with clothes, scarfs, helmet etc. etc. beats that of a lady from Taliban lead Afghanistan.
  • The BMTC bus jams the road at exactly the same spot every Monday

and i’m always half crazy on Mondays…

(This post was done on August 19, 2008 at 1:35 am, which is a Tuesday…)