Monday, October 27, 2008
This time I was studying some algebraic equations with my bright table lamp ON, emanating white candescent light, with all the small tiny creatures girthing around the lamp. Miffed with all the complexities of finding the unknown with the rarest known values, I started pondering over the variable ‘x’ which one usually uses in solving equations.
Why does one uses an X so frequently and not any other variable? Its not a hard and fast rule to use ‘X’ to signify the unknown value but the stereotyped primary education always taught us to use an ‘X’ whenever we faced questions like ‘Ram bought a dozen apple for 24. How much does an apple cost’? In spite of inflation eating out the common mans budgeting plan and daily life , the NCERT books still show the price of a dozen apple to be 24. Guys! At least update the price to the latest trend so that the kids can feel inflation creeping our lives.
Anyhow, I was at ‘x’ and was thinking how many times it must have been used. I was thinking about the appearance of the alphabet and found it to be very artistic and beautiful. The other version using the curvaceous lines and not the jagged ones has symmetry and appeals soothingly to ones eye. Not that any other alphabet is asymmetrical (read ‘H’,’V’,’W’ for examples) but ‘X’ with its curves stands apart.
Mulling over such a trivial issue took me places in my thoughts. Soon I realized its time to stop. Sometimes thoughts give you such a weird feeling that you think Was that a thing to be thinked ? But thinking has no rules to follow. So you can literally stride your imagination to places. Weird or not – a thought is a thought.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
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Friday, July 4, 2008
But I had turned 16. So one fine day I took the vehicle out of my house. I knew how to start it but I did not know the concepts of gear.I only knew that my dad used to roatae his left wrist and that has to do something with gears. Thanks to my luck, the gear was set to neutral. I kick-started the scooter, removed it from the stand but couldnt figure outwhy it did not move. "Oh the gear-concept",I recollected. I also twisted my left wrist and ghaarrrrrannng. I had released the clutch with an impulse and the scooter jumped in the sky just like a horse stands on his two back legs. I fell on the road and hurt my bums badly. But i didnt loose hope and tried it again, this time releasing the clutch in a relatively softermanner. The vehicle started to move. It filled in me an immense feeeling of joy. A feeling of joy as comparable to one which MAN would have got by inventing the wheel or the fire. The feeling was irreplacable. Within no time i was speeding my UP93 and I was busy talking to the wind. I felt the wind gushing beneath my earlobeand it felt awesome. Speed fascinates- I started to believe. From there on, I regularly started using my UP93 to commute from here and there.Dad was still not happy with my act. Later I used the UP93 to go to school and tuitions and to the nearest cinema hall on every friday during the school bunks.I fulfilled every desire of mine with my vehicle, like driving without using my hands , driving while standing on the foot restand all other kind of stunts which one usually explores while in the later teens.The only wish left was to ride a girl pillion on my UP93. but couldnt get it done during my school days.
After my 12th, I shifted to pune to pursue graduation. During my first year of grad I did not have any vehicle with me and that was the first time when I strongly missed UP93. At the very start of my second year I decided to bring back UP93from jaipur. I asked Dad if he could arrange to send it through the railways. I doubted on him assenting to my decision.But to my surprise he did. After four days I was waiting at the pune railway station's parcel department. I looked for UP93in a pile of other vehicles. "There it is!", I shouted within myself. After completing the formalities, I drove UP93 backto home. Later that day I went to visit the city on UP93. It felt so better, much better than travelling in tumtums orPMT buses. I again felt like meeting the wind but the pune traffic and UP93s age could not let me do so. I realized thatUP93 was ageing. I felt bad.
I used UP93 to commute from home to college to back home: a daily drive of 35 kms along with 4-15 kms of travelling in the evening. Prolonged use of UP93 over the three years of my enginering days had a lasting impact on its condition.During these three years I got the opportunity to seat quite a number of beautiful damsels on UP93. HE was of great support during the examination days and HE never betrayed me in any case of emergency. Though HE broke a number of times during any outing meant for leisure. But never during exams. I started taking HIM for granted and forgot that scooters need maintenace too.After 2 years without a single servicing, the prevalent conditon of UP93 compelled me to visit an auto workshop. The firstservicing was a hefty affair which galloped to 2000 bucks. But i understood the turmoil of the scooter which HE must have undergone during those years of un-serviced conitnuous running. I regretted upon my habbit of procrastinating things.From that year onwards, HE started to demand a servicing session every two months which made me plan my budget every now and then.
After completing my graduation I started working and thanks to the busy life of an IT professional, UP93 became lonely.HE had started responding in 15-20 kicks. Even servicing could not sustain his performance beyond a week. He was going and I could do nothing about it. After few days, I stopped using it totally. If not to me then it came to use for cobwebs and dust. Insects and lizards had found a new home, that two painted with metallic blue. At times when people were living in tin-sheds, insects were living in a house with a painted exterior.I could not bear with the deteriorating condition of UP93. But I could not help. I decided to shift to jaipur and time hadcome to decide the fate of UP93. I decided to sell off UP93. I found a customer in the form of an auto mechanic: M Khan,whose shop was near by. I sold UP93 some days before my departure from pune. I felt bad. A day later I was passing by Khan's shop and I saw UP93. It was disjointed in N number of pieces, with every possible part seperated from the body. The handle along with the headlight lied on the ground, tilted, with the light facing me.It looked like a hen which had been beheaded, and its head layed facing you and staring at you with ailing eyes, tryingto ask its fault after innumerable eggs it had been laying for you.
I had a strong feeling of remorse.
I MISS YOU UP93.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Tech-savvy guys buy a lot of gadgets from US but I aint one. Yet i thought of buying a digital camera. I went to a well known electronics store to check some of the latest model. I liked almost all of them, mostly the one with a huge price tag.I selected one model and searched someone to enquire about it. I found a salesman nearby. "I would like to know more about this piece", I said."Every thing has been displayed Sir. There is no information left to be told",He said. I knew this, still I had to ask such a silly question."Well, I wanted to know about the prices and all". "The price tag tells you that Sir". Again I made myself feel embarrassed. Finally for the third time I said, "Actually I wanted to know the final price after adding up all the taxes and all". 'And all' is such a helping phrase.It saves you instantly when you are short of words or in a embarrassing situation. It did help me. I felt so embarrassedabout this whole incident of me asking such trivial questions to the salesman. But I did not know that now it was thesalesman's turn to get embarrass. He took me to the cash counter. The model which i selected was of 300$. He read the priceand opened a document to check for the tax rate."How much is it?", I asked. "Seven Percent", he said staring at me."Ok!", I looked elsewhere."mmm 300 is the price plus seven percent of it i.e 21$. So total comes out to be 321$", I caluclated mentally. I wanted to be faster than him so as to tell him that we are intelligent and more comfortable withmathematics as we belong to the land of Aryabhatta and Shakuntla devi. So i quickly turned to him but he looked confused. He had yet not started the calculation.He used the calculator application from windows to calulate the tax amount. Unluckily he typed in worng data and shouted at himself. He pressed the keys of the keyboard in a frenzy and the computer hanged. Calculating seven percent hangs the computer out there. Any Mr Gates know this? He left playing with his desktop and found a pocket calculator inside the drawer.He siwtched it ON but,to his surprise, it did not have battery. Looking frustrated he searched for help. I felt verysatiated from inside. I thought of telling him that its 321$ and wanted to teach him basic mathematical operations which could help him in such a disastrous situation. I told him."Thanks", he said but still staring. So I dropped the idea of teaching him basic mathematical operations. "Sorry! I wont be albe to buy it", I said and quickyl turned to the exit door and walked away. I am sure he musthave stared at me for a long time.
Friday, May 30, 2008
I visited the city of Champaign, situated in Illinois state. Oops! I forgot to mention that both the trips were work related and not junkets.
I flew from Mumbai to Champaign via London,Chicago. The last flight, the one from Chicago to Champaign, was merely of 30 minutes duration.Also, the commuters on the path were few.So, the aircraft was also as per the need. The Brobdingnagian aircraft made a lasting impression on me.The machine was so huge that one could touch the extreme ends of the aircraft if one could extend one's arms a little wide.
After about thirty minutes of take-off, the aircraft began to descend. I COINCIDENTALLY had a window-seat(the sitting layout of the aircraft was- one seat, the aisle and a pair of seats).As i looked down, I could see a large barren land with very less but weird kind of grass.I thought the aircraft is taking an emergency landing(Because America did not have barren lands- as assumed by a lot of unacquainted indians like me) but as I am always wrong, this was indeed Champaign.I was let down.
I can explain the champaign airport in terms of any indian railway station . Though most of the readers would be thinking how can I do this.The Champaign airport was almost like a railway station of a small Indian city or I must say a village, like champaner.Although the airport was far more embellished than the railway station but the flight and the traffic volume was easily comparable to that of an Indian village railway station.
Finally I took a taxi and went to my hotel. The journey was tiring and I did not experience a Jet Lag.Here, I would like to mention that I have never experienced things at the first-go. I did not get high when i drank for the first time. So I stopped drinking and started guzzling. Even guzzling did not help.
My hotel room was beautiful with all the basic amenities. I unpacked my bags and realised that I was thirsty.I looked up in the refrigerator. There was no sign of any water bottle out there. I called up the front desk. "Hi! I was looking for some water", I said. "Come Again!", was the reply. "I can not find drinking water in my room"."Oh ! you mean Waateyhr(read WATER)". "Yes", I said."Come down to the ground floor and get some from the vending machine".I went down and was looking for a glass and soon i found it. Though an indian will always think of it as a tumbler(because of its size), but people out there call it a glass -that too of an XLsize.
I filled up my glass and quenched my thirst.
(To be continued ...)
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The blatant truth of life is that it always gives you a chance to stand up and reconstruct your hopes , your dreams whenever you fall. Its up to an individual that he/she wants to grab that opportunity back or just keep on blaspheming the bad time he/she has suffered.
There are two kind of people in this world. You can classify them as winners or loosers, optimist or pessimist. The former always have the propensity to grab the so called opportunity and mould it as a ladder to thier path of success whereas the latter always enjoy avoiding such scenarios.
The pessimist believes in things like fate and are largely driven by the concepts of luck and destiny. The optimist on the other hand believes in creating the fate and destiny with their own hands. They beleive in shaping up their future with thier own skills and capabilities.
The optimist always say "After dark there is always light ... after the night there is always a day", the pessemist argues "So What! there will be night again when the sun sets" for which the optimist replies "While in the light arrange for the candles for the darkness which is bound to come..." .
The winning streak of the optimists is a result of this attitude of them which makes them stand apart from the crowd of pessimists.