tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14359869223820811112024-03-14T02:46:30.323+05:30Shaping up your thoughtsAnirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-33835972026579724622010-03-08T23:24:00.003+05:302010-03-08T23:29:53.721+05:30God - Still Uncomprehended.<div align="justify">How do theists maintain their belief in God? God’s existence has not been proven. When someone is highly confused about a situation in his life, he thinks of God as the last resort. Then what happens? Does a belief in God charges up his mind and he’s able to find a way out of that troublesome situation? So is it the invisible power of God which makes him realize a probable solution to that problem or just by trusting God his mind is free from stress and thus he is able to find out a solution.<br /><br />So is belief in God more of a mental healing than a divine entity? That’s why they say that a Doctor is like a God, though the doctor gets the illness rid out of you but in the former case when you rely on God your mood changes, it relaxes and then you are able to craft out a solution. Isn’t it similar to someone else doing some work for you?<br /><br />Most of the people remember God only in troublesome situation or at the time of daily prayer. Then why do some religious fanatics pray for all day long? Is the relationship with God a tool to remove the ever present loneliness each human being possesses? One always feels lonely at some level because of exclusivity of his thoughts which he can’t share with even the closest person in his life. And thoughts if kept inside ferment aggressively. So, to share those thoughts, is God just a medium. Or when he speaks to himself is he talking to God. Is that the reason they say that God resides within us?<br /><br />God has always been a mystery and will always be.</div>Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-84775037387365402872010-02-07T21:07:00.001+05:302010-02-07T21:11:24.434+05:30The Game<div align="justify"></div><p align="justify">What is the most beautiful thing on this earth? Or may be in the whole universe? Everyone would answer this differently but I guess it would be innumerable mysteries which nature beholds. We often talk about greatest inventions mankind has made from ‘The Wheel’ to the latest ‘Cloud Computing’ but their sheer actualization is a result of human mind’s capacity to unravel the mysterious nature.</p><p align="justify"><br />It feels like God has created a great treasure hunt and we, the humans, are a part of this game. Our endeavour is to unfold each clue, each treasure and give it a shape. The wheel uses the concept of Mass, equilibrium and motion, all a natural phenomena. In this never ending conquest of finding something new, Man has evolved. They say that world will come to an end in 2012. I believe it to be untrue. As any other treasure hunt, the game ends when you find the ultimate treasure. So what could be the ultimate treasure in this game set up by GOD? Could it be realizing the existence of GOD? Probably yes probably No. One can never tell. </p>Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-87594624121744256432009-12-09T17:12:00.003+05:302009-12-09T17:35:34.276+05:30Likes, Dislikes and Time<div align="justify">Each person has his own set of likings. One would like listening to rock music, eat at a roadside food stall and have an outing at a crowded place. Another would love listening to soft instrumentals, eat at calm and secluded place. What drives our likings? Why someone likes a particular thing and dislikes other? What causes someone to like something? Is the reason scientific? Probably the psychologists would reason that but by thinking on this matter on an alternate plane, one can infer that every entity is liked by someone. So, nothing is good and evil. If one can manoeuvre one’s brain mechanism of liking and disliking wouldn’t all things seem to be so fine and one would feel so much of goodness happening around oneself.<br /><br />Isn’t that when one dislikes or disregards something, one is giving that entity the same intensity of thought, emotion, time and energy and in return obtains a bad state of mood. If one is giving so much, in return shouldn’t one get the benefits proportionately? Is man a fool then? Or is he flooded by his negative thoughts to such an extent that his prudence judgement becomes defunct? The devil side of the brain is the man’s worst enemy.<br /><br />Suppose you give ten minutes of your time to think about someone/thing whom/which you dislike. In return you are in a bad mood. Also, your physical health might get affected though it could not be visible. Alternatively if you would have invested these ten minutes in something which makes you feel happy, you would have got so much in return. I randomly point out some of the tasks which would make me feel happy and which could be completed within a ten minute period: </div><div align="justify"><br /> • Listening to two of your current favourite tracks – it always cheers you up (unless you haven’t just broken off a relationship and listening to sad numbers)<br /> • Having an ice-cream<br /> • Googling some mind-boggling article<br /> • Watching some interesting video on youtube<br /> • Sprinting for 10 mins<br />And many more... the list is endless, depends on one’s choice.<br /><br />It all depends on how one invests his time. Time is money they say. So, investing it in the right scheme will reap the right benefits for you. So, if one is concerned about money why not time? </div>Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-82290696995580006062009-09-11T20:44:00.000+05:302009-09-11T20:47:54.997+05:30Mr. Black and Mr. WhiteEvery person’s mind is partitioned in two compartments. I call it Mr. Black and Mr. White. How a person’s personality is developed depends on the dominance of one of the compartment over another. Mr. Black is the one who is all bad, thinks bad, engulfed with pleasures which supposedly have a bad affect on oneself. Mr. Good is the one who thinks right, knows what is just. He has all the right knowledge and right thinking process. <br />The degree of mixture of these two personalities determines how well a person behaves or conducts him/her. For majority Mr. Black has dominance over Mr. White.<br />How Success depends on the degree of this mixture?<br />We all know what is right for us? What we shall be doing? Yet we don’t perform those actions. Why? Mr. White is a feeble. On the other hand, Mr. Black has an attractiveness, which our mind clings to. We behave like a mouse following the Pide Piper in Mr. Black. The dominance of Mr. White is the secret of achieving whatever one wants to achieve. <br />But Mr. B is a very powerful fellow. What are his aides? Our desires, fancies and whims. Mr W has nothing as an aide. His sole aide is Will-Power which in itself is miniscule in comparison to Mr. B’s aides. So, the battle is always won by Mr. B. But what makes Mr. W win in certain situations over Mr. B? Some incident, some trigger which makes Mr. W so powerful that makes Mr B a nobody. The trigger is the catalyst for Mr. W. <br />One needs to magnify Mr W. How? Simply following what he preaches. It’s tough. So, how to make it simple? By simultaneously feeding to Mr. B’s demands. Continuously reducing the supply to Mr. B’s demands. Abruptly stopping supply to Mr. B’s demand would not be fruitful in the longer run. Mr. B is a demon. One fine day you will be back to being servile to Mr. B. One needs to make fool of Mr. B by continuously reducing the supply as said earlier. Later at some point of time Mr. B will die its natural death. It might take a longer time but it will happen. Without a trigger event, I believe this is the best way to change the dominance dynamics.Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-75473885697086630342009-07-14T20:23:00.002+05:302009-07-14T20:26:15.171+05:30We celebrate pain.Humans celebrate pain. We love cherishing our pain, sorrow and grievance in our subconscious state of mind. Even a love story turns out to be great when it is about unrequited love. Why one loves to be in pain? I believe sorrow, as an emotion, needs to be shared while happiness can be cherished all alone. Sharing our sorrows, pain with someone makes us feel wanted. Bad times and bad situation makes the bonding between two people stronger. Sharing happiness doesn’t create the same effect.Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-36893738350442737142009-06-25T22:22:00.001+05:302009-06-27T09:00:19.952+05:30Time is an illusion.I visited a shop which deals with different brands of watch and clock. One of my friend had to get his watch repaired. He was busy in getting his watch repaired and i was curiously introspecting all the clocks at the shop. I was intrigued by the visual and i could see a lot of time infront of me. I got engulfed in my thoughts about time and what it really means. How it affects us? I observed that TIME does NOT exist. One says TIME is the fourth dimension but there is actually no such thing as TIME.TIME originated because of the natural phenomena of MOTION. We derive and quantify time on the basis of the revolution of earth. Earth revolves and thus we've managed to define time. So the things which defines everything are matter,space and MOTION. MATTER when goes MOBILE(read motion) creates time. So the fourth dimension has to be mobility.And so TIME is an illusion. Though i had a lot of time to ponder over this thought and that too being immobile.Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-59906448060921102242009-06-14T19:50:00.003+05:302009-06-14T20:00:55.320+05:30Mam! we have this unique package to offer you..... Sorry not interested<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/SjUJRU0McGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HH2h6N-rYSI/s1600-h/Image0017%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347190325822386274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/SjUJRU0McGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HH2h6N-rYSI/s320/Image0017%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/SjUI98IUOyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VlS-cxRrvyo/s1600-h/Image0017%5B1%5D"></a><div><br /><br /></div><div>Today, is the day, I guess i won’t ever forget in my life. As a part of a business exercise, we were supposed to go to Koregaon Park and find a job for ourselves with a minimum emolument of 150 bucks. We were formed into a team of two. Me and my group member, Anitha formed a group. We had a restriction that we had to commute only by taking lift-rides.<br />So, the day began. We just went out and realized there are 30 odd groups searching for a lift in a car. How the hell would we be able to get the lift man!! Suddenly i realized that we can go separately on bikes. Luckily we had a scooty halting at our side and i asked Anitha to go as further as she can. Within a second i got a lift too but that was for an intermediary stop. I was looking for a second lift when this cool dude came on his bajaj avenger. Long hair, stubble and loose jeans. I rode pillion. We were chatting about this and that suddenly he raised his speed and was driving at 100-110 ferociously. I closed my eyes. I said “Either i am reaching Koregaon park today or I am gonna be in a park where God must be going for a jog”. Finally i reached KP as God was too busy to go for a jog ;). And soon came Anitha.<br />The day being Sunday, the KP was closed completely. Now this is gonna be one hell of a task. I felt. So, now our day started and we went to each and every damn shop/organisations/kirana shops/ beauty clinics/ medical shops/ real estates/ broking services/ call centres and etc. We were getting continuous rejection but our enthusiasm didn’t die. Here i would list all the places where we went to ask for a job.<br />Kaya Skin Clinc<br />Facetoface dental clinic<br />Pizza hut.<br />Keune hair salon<br />Astha Realtors<br />Shelters property consultants<br />Chand placement consultants.<br />Ryan interiors.<br />Club Mahindra holidays<br />And finally the destination ...our employer ‘The Nun’. Prior to our getting a job, every where we looked out for, I had the same dialogue every time. “Good morning sir! We are students, We are looking for a job for a day . We can offer promotional services for your organisation, or a survey to be done, or any in house jobs or any other job if you have”. Every other guy said i don’t have the authority or you will have to speak to our manager who was no where to be found.<br />Chand placement service had an interesting case to offer. The sir at the organisation stated he had no jobs to offer and started cribbing about how there is a scarcity of jobs in the market. He was busy in bulshitting the IT sector for being the cause. And we were already running out of time. Politely i said, ‘Thanks sir for giving us your precious time’. Though it was the other way round ;).<br />Finally we landed at the NUN clothes shop and we were employed. They had a unique offer which they explained to us. And our job was to get the forms filled up for them defining how good the offer was. I formed a dialogue again”Mam! Can i have a minute of yours. We are from NUNs and we are offering this offer where in .....this and thai...this and that ...”. We heard numerous rejections.<br />The multiplex authority got annoyed with us and we were not supposed to provide any services inside the building. We moved outside and were just running from adlabs to the bridge near by to the road ahead of kalyani veg looking for females who could help us in achieving our targets.<br />Finally we were able to make around 40 members for the NUNs with me just on a breakfast and Anitha just on a glass of water(Kudos for that!! )<br />I really appreciated the way Anitha performed, riding pillion doning a saree, taking a lift independently in a car. Kudos to her.<br />Finally we came back and my legs are paining like hell. AND we have an assignment to complete.<br />......<br />I am loving this.</div><br />PS: Above is the pic of our workplace for a day. The Nuns<br />from Left to right: Rekha(staff), Nilofer(Nun staff), Anitha, Me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/SjUI98IUOyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VlS-cxRrvyo/s1600-h/Image0017%5B1%5D"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/SjUI98IUOyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VlS-cxRrvyo/s1600-h/Image0017%5B1%5D"></a>Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-27679558350289881042009-05-21T00:02:00.001+05:302009-05-21T00:02:54.839+05:30What if God did not EXIST?God is the source of motivation, hope and inspiration for many. God is the overseer of the entire universe, believes many. God has played a prominent role in the transition of man from homo sapiens to human beings. One always believes in the very much existence of God, assuming one to be a ‘theist’. But what if God did not exist at all? All the theists believe in the God as managing the life circle. Hinduism preaches of 64 renascences in different forms. There is a common saying among the masses “Iss janam mein nahi toh agle janam mein pakka apni galtiyon ki sazza bhugtega…”. What if there is really no any agla-janam, no reincarnation. A person dies and no soul is evacuated from his body. The death is purely scientific and the person’s brain is dead. What could be the aftermath going in his mind.<br /><br />I painted a very imaginative picture in my cerebellum with brushes of my fancies.<br />Let’s say a person dies and there is NO soul which is evacuated from his body. But there is a small iota of energy which emanates from the body. Let’s call it ‘ZETA’. Now ZETA is traveling upwards with the hope of getting reincarnated. The ZETA has very small memory too. ZETA goes on traveling upwards which is purely scientific. But ZETA finds nothing. What he finds is only vast and never ending universe. Planets, stars, galaxies after galaxies- a never ending sequence of space. Much like the scene in The Matrix Revolutions where Neo runs out of the platform just to enter the same platform from the other end.<br /><br />What would ZETA be feeling in such a situation? Frightened, Confused, Tired? What if he realized that there is no GOD. What if it’s proved that there is really no GOD and life is full of rationale and logic. There is no almighty who’s supposed to control our lives and there is nothing post death. Absolutely nothing. ZILCH.<br /><br />As the God’s existence has not been proved so has been his non-existence. At least the dilemma helps one have a feeble hope amidst battering times.Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-38748057657609646582009-04-05T11:41:00.004+05:302009-04-06T00:39:01.265+05:30Whats missing?It was past midnight. I was lying on my bed staring at the fan blades whirlpooling.<br />There was an absence of even an iota of sleep in my eyes and I started pondering over how sleep in general has been missing in my life since ages. I reverted back on my childhood days when I used to doze off as soon as I jumped to bed. It was truly instantaneous and now I need to count sheep. Life is different, I concluded and then again I started doing the root-cause analysis. I concluded that during childhood days, Life was much more fun. Be it at school or not, everything done was pure out of passion and not of necessity. Now one’s activities are an outcome of ones necessity.<br />And there was much more fun in recreational activities. Simple trivial tasks like finding a nice, polished and shining stone and assuming it to be some precious emerald and then digging a hole in your backyard and hiding that stone inside it with your fingernails fully coated with mud and you enjoying the joy of digging thin coarse dry mud. The feel of the mud, I can still feel it in my hands. That was pure, pristine joy.<br /><br />I concluded that during childhood, one used to have a regular exhaustive physical activity which used to keep one busy both physically and mentally. Be it wandering on your bicycle or playing different kind of games or exploring new places in the vicinity. Each activity was fun. Now I do not possess a regime of something exhausting. Neither do I have a hobby which I can pursue in general. I have friends who keep telling me that how boring life has become. Almost everyone is in a pessimistic mode of living each single day with fulfilling his or her desire but not being happy at the core.<br />I am also one of them. I thought I should really have some recreational activity through which I could channel out my creative thoughts and energy. Then I thought what kind of activity I can pursue. I thought about different things and then it suddenly struck my mind that I have a nice camera with me. Why not click some pictures? I took my camera and clicked some pictures. Though the picture proved to be a first-timer’s effort, It did really give me an immense feeling of joy. The kind of joy which I felt when I could see, from the corner of my eye, my friend’s hiding place when we used to play hide and seek and I had to find them. The joy which I used to feel while going long rides of cycling with my colony friends. The joy which I felt while writing for the first time with a pen at the start of my 6th standard.<br />I am hereby posting some of those snaps. Though, they are of zero artistic value but behind the portrait lies the essence of joy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/Sdj_2luKsMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_2Fxe_xRpYQ/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321284273042010306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/Sdj_2luKsMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_2Fxe_xRpYQ/s320/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/SdkAmXXw9oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6TF1LAwW0ic/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321285093823673986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/SdkAmXXw9oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6TF1LAwW0ic/s320/DSC01221.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/Sdj_2cd8S6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/pVDimDrbGHU/s1600-h/DSC01218.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321284270558038946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/Sdj_2cd8S6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/pVDimDrbGHU/s320/DSC01218.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/Sdj_2nC3kCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Yc6W7RAwv7k/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321284273397272610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/Sdj_2nC3kCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Yc6W7RAwv7k/s320/DSC01219.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/Sdj_2NE7zbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/WlgORe_TKjw/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321284266426617266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/Sdj_2NE7zbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/WlgORe_TKjw/s320/DSC01217.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/Sdj_1iaT_FI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bjnaIjvmdZ8/s1600-h/DSC01216.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321284254973557842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ulY1ZmnkFo/Sdj_1iaT_FI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bjnaIjvmdZ8/s320/DSC01216.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div>Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-44551780886168413042009-03-05T22:09:00.002+05:302009-03-05T22:13:43.613+05:30Old memories...School time<p>Do Old memories fade away? I believe no. Does old memories are an asset or liability? I believe an asset. Even if they are bad they are an asset in the form of teaching us a lesson. And if good it makes us happy in our unhappier times.<br /><br />Some time back, I was visiting Delhi and was passing my time by pondering over random thoughts recursively, just when a school campus grabbed my attention. The campus was picturesque with large green sprawling lawns and Old British-style buildings. I was passing over a flyover then and the school was beneath so I got the birds-eye view of the school campus.<br /><br />A lot of old memories revisited my cerebral. Some good, some not so good. Some worth mentioning, some not worth mentioning. But one thing was sure. Being in school was the best period in my life. And not even in my life, I presume that the schooling period is one’s best phase in one’s life. Here I would like to point out some vivid memories of mine which anyone would connect to and feel nostalgic, I guess.<br /><br />The joy of meeting friends everyday.<br />The sorrow of getting up early in the morning.<br /><br />The joy of waiting for the P.T. and games period.<br />The sorrow of the times when such a period got cancelled.<br /><br />The joy of standing beside a fellow girl in morning assembly and smiling at her (thinking I am the next Casanova in the making).<br />The sorrow when the prefects punished me for my unpolished shoes in front of the same girl.<br /><br />The joy of participating in the cultural games like spoon race, kho-kho, tug-of-war etc.<br />The sorrow when you are the first person to eliminate in these games.<br /><br />The joy of buying new books and enjoying the smell of freshly published books.<br />The sorrow of not bringing it the next day in class and getting a thrashing for negligence.<br /><br />The joy of eating spicy, mouth-watering dishes at the canteen in the interval.<br />The sorrow of being uncomfortable when nature calls, during the last hours of school, and you just want to rush home.<br /><br />The joy of proposing a girl for the first time.<br />The sorrow when the proposal is not entertained.<br /><br />The joy and excitement of preparing for your boards.(I doubt ;))<br />The sorrow when seeing the results.<br /><br /><br />The joy when you have a crush on your chemistry/geography teacher.<br />The sorrow you feel when she doesn’t even remember your name.<br /><br />The joy of being in class XII, the senior most class, being at the apex of the student-hierarchy.<br />The sorrow of finishing school within a year.<br /><br /><br />All the emotions revisited, remembering school days definitely makes ones eyes moist. I wish life had a reverse button….I wish…<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-7884328439722250462008-10-27T19:11:00.001+05:302008-10-27T19:13:09.902+05:30XSometimes you ponder over such trivial issues and after a while you think what a weird thought it was! It happens frequently with me.<br />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.<br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-21328236175528455712008-10-15T19:38:00.002+05:302008-10-15T19:42:13.315+05:30Two faces of India<div style="text-align: justify;">Recently I read a piece of news which was about the interiors</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> of Rajasthan.A remote village, nowhere to be seen on the map,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">was in the news because of the natives accustomed to age old </div><div style="text-align: justify;">tradition of 'satitva-test'. The news was shocking and depressing</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> as the test was aimed to find whether a female is </div><div style="text-align: justify;">disloyal to her husband or not. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Satitva being the true test of her being pristine, as all the villagers </div><div style="text-align: justify;">believed was practised by dipping the test-taker's hand in a bowl</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> of hot boiling oil.If her hand gets burnt, she is not considered to </div><div style="text-align: justify;">be loyal. If it doesnt, she is loyal.Later disloyal female was beaten</div><div style="text-align: justify;">black and blue by villagers by hot iron-rods and thenwas thorwn</div><div style="text-align: justify;">at her doorsteps. The family later beat her up and left her stranded.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Reading the story left me shivered. Thinking about the plight of the</div><div style="text-align: justify;">woman a feeling of distress and disturbance ran through me. It made </div><div style="text-align: justify;">me think whether we, as a country, are really progressing as a whole </div><div style="text-align: justify;">or is therea great void being created between the urban and rural India.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I think India currently has two faces. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Customs and traditions are an integral part of indian culture but the </div><div style="text-align: justify;">traditions designed by the chauvinistic male society on thier terms </div><div style="text-align: justify;">and conditions and suited to their fantasies should be abolished </div><div style="text-align: justify;">and such acts need to be punished severily.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">India is preogressing, prospering and growing. But is this the real growth. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Growth has tobe uniform in a ll aspects. Growth is not only in financial </div><div style="text-align: justify;">position or production or education. Is the thinking process of the society </div><div style="text-align: justify;">actually growing? Are we thinking aboutthe upliftment of ideologies? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These questions are, i think, tough nuts to crack and needs </div><div style="text-align: justify;">a deep thought and analysis.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-50457381165318882382008-10-13T22:09:00.000+05:302008-10-13T22:10:57.287+05:30I drive on a highway...<div>I drive on a highway...</div><div>I can keep on having a smooth ride ... </div><div>But i wish to go through a tunnel...</div><div>A tunnel, am not sure of whether it has an opening on the other end ...</div><div>or rather I must say whether I am gonna find one...</div><div>But I still enter it in hope of finding one ...</div><div><br /></div><div>Its dark out there and i can see nothing...</div><div>Though, Here and there,sometimes, I can see glimpses of striking light...</div><div>I run towards them, in hope of them being my torch-bearers...</div><div>But they are a momentary gasps of relief...</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel If i would find the end within time...</div><div>Or would i succumb to the turbulence and turmoil...</div><div>A journey which i intended as a volition...</div><div>What if it becomes a consternation...</div><div><br /></div><div>With every hope-ending I assure myself of a positive beginning...</div><div>I sometimes think whether am running away from facts which are happening...</div><div>I feel an urge to stop travel further and end it abruptly in the midddle...</div><div>Frustated, tired, exhausted ... but then i start it again...</div><div>In hope of finding the end I inhibit my negative emotions...</div><div><br /></div><div>If i find the end ...will I be happy? </div><div>Or would it be just a beginning of another tunnel ???</div>Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-11193348967622688332008-09-23T20:31:00.001+05:302008-09-23T20:43:39.947+05:30TZP to Oscars<div>So TZP made it to the Oscars as the official entry to the foreign film category.</div><div>Taare Zameen Par had all the ingredients to make it a sensible, thought-provoking, </div><div>Artistic yet commercial movie. It is very difficult to blend the commercial angle along with the flavour of sensitive and artistic cinema. TZP managed that. Though the other</div><div>Films were also quite a competition, but TZP had some brilliant features to it</div><div>which stood her apart from other contenders. Besides a brilliant direction, I think what </div><div>worked largely for the film was its music score. Apart from the regular tracks, the background score just churned out emotions at the right moment in accordance with the scene. </div><div><br /></div><div>Darsheel's acting was no doubt worth applauding, but the other factors which led to the</div><div>emotional grab which the movie could generate were factors like superb screen play, taut</div><div>editing and impeccable direction.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope that TZP wins the oscars this time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Acheiving success is not difficult, sustaining the position is rather more gruelling.</div><div>Creating another film with same cinematic-quality would definitely be a challenging task for</div><div>Aamir Khan and winning an oscar would definitely provide him inspiration and motivation to create another piece of art.</div><div><br /></div>Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-8239188640785417052008-09-17T11:45:00.002+05:302008-09-17T11:49:53.984+05:30BC guys!<div>This sounds weird and may be offensive too but i had to name the article with this</div><div>as my writing is all centered around it and i couldn't find any heading better than this.</div><div>I always spend more time to find an apt title for my article rather than writing the content.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyhow this story didn't happen once upon a time . It happened just a few days back</div><div>when i went to one of the banks to fetch a form for my friend. As it was the last but one </div><div>day for the forms to be on sale there was a humongous line at the counter.</div><div>The line looked like a spiralled-serpent, moving very slowly. </div><div>My friend has this habit of procrastinating things, just like me, and i hate him for that.</div><div>I cursed him for making me wait in the line, that too at 4 in the evening when the </div><div>sun plays his second innings, the former having been played at 12 noon. </div><div><br /></div><div>i was cursing him continuously and suddenly two guys in front of me drew my attention towards them.</div><div>Clad in a zittang orange shirt and green jeans (yuck!), both had got their hair dyed with henna</div><div>and had a hairstyle which was an amalgamation of Mr. APJ Abdul kalam's and salman khan's(of tere naam) hairstyle</div><div>They spoke screamingly and were constantly uttering abusive language. </div><div><br /></div><div>A various kind of maa-behan ki gaalis were churning out from their mouth just like water gushes out from a hoarse pipe.</div><div>They applied all their creative talent in forming new gaalis, which i had never heard before - neologism applied.</div><div>One has to draw a line somewhere, they had made certain they wont. Despite there being a lot of females in the adjacent line</div><div>they did not stop. Before them stood a middle-aged man, of whom also they did not take notice.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have always found these kind of guys everywhere, specially in a cinema hall. I feel the greatest innovation</div><div>in the field of cinema is that of exhibiting films in multiplexes. One can expect people with some ethics out there.</div><div>I remember once i went to watch a film with my family and in spite of the film being a total family UN ENTERTAINER,</div><div>people did not stop abusing the films performers. Some loud comments were cheap enough to put me in an embarrassing position.</div><div>Add to this was the major laser toy which became famous in mid 90s and people used to navigate the laser beam here and there</div><div>wanting to draw the viewers attention.</div><div>Multiplexes have minimised all these embarrassing moments to a very much extent. </div><div><br /></div><div>But this act from BC guys has made me think what makes them act like this? Is it a feeling of virtual heroism </div><div>- by cracking some tongue-in-cheek one-liners and getting a hearty laugh from their friends Or is it just a part of </div><div>their nature. I think most of the people would agree to the previous supposition?</div><div>I also thought that may be they will mature with time. But one day i found quite a few BC MEN also.</div><div>So age and time doesn't really inculcate maturity.</div><div><br /></div><div>This attitude of BC guys can not be changed. Education brings change. Literacy rate has been increasing but despite more </div><div>and more people becoming literate, the BC guys keep on increasing. </div><div>The community is increasing and evolving by applying their talent enhancing their lingo regularly.</div><div>One can not do anything but avoid them.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes Ignorance is really a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BLISS. </span></div>Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-80926631450969310672008-07-04T10:57:00.000+05:302008-07-04T11:00:15.812+05:30I miss you.I miss my Bajaj Classic. I have some fond memories of the vehicle which I cherish everynow and then.I learnt driving with my so called "UP93". I used to call my scooter with this name as, my friend (Gaurav Mutreja) named it.I liked calling it by this name. The reason behind this naming, as many of you would have guessed, was the vehcile number.The number plate read UP93-C8004. It was a Bajaj model:Bajaj Classic, metallic blue in colour. My dad bought it way backin 1997. I got the opportunity to ride it in 2000. I was 16 then. What is it with this age of SIXTEEN that once you attain it, you think youself as a young man. Is it the consequence of passing yourhigher-secondary examination,a tryst with the so called COMPETITION or just sheer knowledge of SEX which makes one think "I have grown up". I still havent found an answer to this psychological transformation of oneself. But I remember that was the time when I decided to learn driving. My dad was apprehensive about itbecause of the various accidents i had indulged myself into during my cycle riding days. Once i forgot to apply brakes andfound myself dumped in a dry drain with a fractured hand.Many more incidents like this made my dad not to allow me to drive.<br />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.<br />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.<br />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.<br />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.<br />I had a strong feeling of remorse.<br />.......<br />I MISS YOU UP93.Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-15924579058937604242008-05-31T12:14:00.000+05:302008-05-31T12:16:07.882+05:30A visit to Uncle Sam's place (Continued) ...I was climbing a steep hill, dense with vegetation.As i reached the summit I heard roaring noises. At the top of the hill what i saw was unbelievable. There was a pond at the centre of the terrain and a group of lions was serving themself on the pond. I never heard thatlion or tiger or any other kind of carnivorous animal aggroup. The discovery usually shows them hunting and roaming all alone.This was not the time to think whether lion moved in a group or not. The group affrighted me. Sensing me around, oneof the beast turned around and communicated his finding to his members in a language alien to me.I saw the whole group heading towards me. I turned and started to flee. The group waas chasing me. The situation was very tense and horrifying but my active brain did not stop churning weird thoughts. I was running so fast that i thought if therewas some technology to replace someone from a particlar scene, I would have definitely wanted to replace the group withan thelete of the calibre of P.T Usha. I would have definitely won. But this was a race for life. I showed courageto see behind and my heart thumped. One of the animal was barely 2-3 meters behind me and it took a large jump to grab me.Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... What the hell. Lions do not beep, they roar. Oh my god it was the alarm clock.I Thanked God. t was a nightmare, which could have led to another. I was already an hour late. My peers would have started working. So I got ready and went to office. The workplace was a single-storey red brick buildingwith an exquisite pond adjacent to it, which had quite a number of white ducks. The workplace was a visual treat.Well no need to mention here that i worked all day long.<br />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.Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-27742877425636503202008-05-30T09:53:00.000+05:302008-05-30T09:54:40.492+05:30A visit to Uncle Sam's placeI am a cunctator. Me posting this aricle is the very proof of my aforesaid statement.I have visited the United States Of America twice. The first trip happened in June-July 07("YES! I am a procrastinator") and the second one in spine chilling winters of Nov-Dec07.<br />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.<br />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.<br />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.<br />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.<br />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.<br />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.<br />I filled up my glass and quenched my thirst.<br />(To be continued ...)Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435986922382081111.post-21444661659255252962008-03-12T23:03:00.000+05:302008-03-12T23:35:34.684+05:30The truth of Life.<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;">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.<br />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.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;">The pessimist believes in things like fate and are largely driven by <strong>the</strong> 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. </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;">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..." .</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;">The winning streak of the optimists is a result of this attitude of them which makes them stand apart from the crowd of pessimists. </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"></span></p>Anirudh Tiwarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611605626879519497noreply@blogger.com4