Author: Haris Ibrahim K. V.

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e-birth, e-life and e-grave. E-volve!

The world is moving on quite fast and if people could shit and pee in the clouds, they would do that too. (Well I guess…. Nope nothing!)

As the cloud mania continues, everything is going onto the net. Read my thoughts on cloud here:

Cloud – A menace?

However, I fear life itself is being shifted away from us. Relations, love, connections, job, meetings, to name a few are already on FaceBook and other social networking sites. It is only a matter of time before births happen on the social networking sites.

Think I’m joking? Wait and see.

There will be this “Request marriage” button on people’s profile pages. Click it and after a while if he/she accepts it, a new community will be automatically created that will be the venue for the happy day. Friends from both people’s friends list will be automatically sent an invitation and a day will be fixed.

An animation marriage of some sort will happen and since people are not happy with real life happenings and relations these days, both the husband and wife can have a virtual life. Cool.

They probably will have a common profile created with the buttons “Have sex”, “Produce Babies” and stuff. “Hey, why not assign points to the number of times you click this and see who has the happiest life doing more sex?”

So one fine day they click on the “Produce babies” button and viola! A baby profile with features blended from both the parents profile is created. No need to wait 10 months and go through all the pain. Instant mix! This profile is not alterable except for some fields. (Hey, it would be kinda nice if you had a ‘delete’ button too!)

The babies age will slowly increment each year (How about an option to set the rate of increase of age?) and the parent’s profile will have some sort of “credits” for all the “jobs” (Think of some work on the net which if you do you get credits) they did and they have to spend this for the child’s education… Hey no! That wouldn’t be cool. Not as long as google is there. Free education it is then! Awesome. The baby educates himself with a few basic knowledge.

But the question is, who will take up the profile’s responsibility? I dunno. Hey FaceBook guys, isn’t it easy to handle more than one profile? Ah Good. So maybe people can volunteer to take up profiles.

But hey! Look at the bright side of things going on. Population will be cut down radically because all the sex is done virtually! Cool. People who follow the conventional method shall be cursed and cast off by the society. Crucified maybe.

A new age of peace and happiness where your body doesn’t even have to move! Wonderful! Already this is happening in the name of “maintaining friendships and relations”. But you see, sooner or later, we’re going to e-volve.

So life goes on.

Just a quick thought here. You guys might want to see the movie “The Surrogates”. You can feel all of the stuff that I talked about waiting just around the corner.

But that’s not all! Can immortality be there? Sigh… Not yet I guess. But let us stick to the real life flow itself for now. Born, lived, and now the great leveller! Death.

How can we implement this? Let’s see…

The profile’s owner will probably have to post a status message, “Hey! I’ve kicked the bucket!” Ha ha… That would be like supernatural.

Let’s get serious.

Since everything is on the net, people not being online or people not updating their profile page often is not going to happen at all. There will be constant updation of your profile page. So we can, without worry, say that once a certain time limit gets expired in which there is no activity in your profile page, you’re deemed dead.

You will be given a proper ceremony and stuff and there will be this dark and dull page called the e-grave where dead people’s account from all the social networking sites will be brought and put so that their families can click ‘mourn’, ‘like’, etc buttons. Maybe you can have  an “emotions counter” associated with each profile so that each time you click a ‘mourn’ button from the e-grave, your “emotions counter” goes up or something.

Whoa! Ideas are keeping on popping into my head as I go on writing. But putting them all down here would be trivial. I’ve brought you to your death from your birth through the net. And hey, it might be possible to do reincarnation too! Second birth! In the form of a, of a… WOW!! Think of the amazing possibilities!

Guys, I’ve written this a bit funny. But think about it. Don’t you feel these thing are going to come? And if you’re already addicted to this kind of life, do you think you’ll be able to resist these changes once they come?

Laugh at me. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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He who wanted future.

He was depressed.

He had no clue how things could go so wrong. It was not the end of the world or anything but still, he had screwed up considerably well. However, the event altogether had not been a flop. But that was not an excuse to cover up his idiocy. It was a blow to his integrity and how much he wished he could change what had happened. More than that, how much he wished he knew what was going to happen so that he could be prepared for it.

With the thoughts of his failure and his tremendous wish of getting to know what was going to happen next, he lied down on his bed brooding over all of these. He had read about Hari Seldon, the great mind in Isaac Asimov’s foundation series who predicted the future of man. Seldon had formulated the Seldon Theory which predicted the fall of the current Galactic empire in a certain year and the rise of a new one thereafter.

It was an amazing story line and he thought about what Seldon had based his calculations on. It was a really interesting observation that Seldon had made about humans. And it was that, as individuals, all of us, including you and I, are unpredictable. No one would be able to predict what an individual would do next except for having a hunch. And if someone could predict it, it would solely depend upon human emotions and would have no mathematical grounds to hold it true.

As such, Seldon did not consider humans as individuals for his theory. But he considered them as a whole bunch, a humongous group as grounds for his theory. Now why did he do that? The answer was simple. As a whole, what the humans would do was exactly or at least to the precison of …

WHAM! Suddenly his thoughts were cut short by a deafening sound and somebody had kicked open his door. He was on red alert.

His heart felt joy and warmth and a feeling that cannot be described with words when he saw his friends standing there and singing,

“Happy birthday to you,

happy birthday to youuuuu,

happy birthday to dear Haseeb,

Happy… Birthday… tooooooo… youuuuuuuuuuuuuu”

In that moment he realized he would never wish again to know the future. Because, what would life be without surprises?

They all had the best time of their lives.

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Now I know how Frodo felt. (DroidCon, hasGeek).

For those among you who have read Lord Of The Rings, you already know Frodo,the Hero. How his life’s destiny was entwined with ‘The Ring’.

It is all too familiar how The Ring came to be in Frodo’s hands and how he set out on his adventure with his friends that brought him to dangers and threats and new alliances. How the small Hobbit became the most important person in the world once he destroyed the terrible Ring that was the entire power of Sauron by throwing it into the engulfing flames of mount doom.

However, after the new and rightful King of Minas Tirith, Aragorn, had been restored back on his throne and all the men and elves had bowed deep in respect of Frodo and the three hobbits, when they four peacefully returned back to their Home, the Shire, things were not as expected.

To those who were in the Shire, these four Hobbits were just Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin. To them, these four hobbits were not saviors of the world, nor were they the ones who fought against the terrible Nazguls, nor were they the ones among the valiant soldiers who guarded Minas Tirith from the terrible wrath of Sauron. They were just four Hobbits.

Well…

Being back at Hostel after attending DriodCon and volunteering for it, I’m just the silly old Haris to everyone here. To them, I’m not the one who co-ordinated the speeches in the conference halls, nor was I the one who went around and made sure that all the volunteers were in their respective rooms, nor was I the one who was an important part who made Kiran’s dream of DroidCon come true.

But it was a lovely experience. There was no bossing around and there was no ‘watching over your shoulders’. You were allocated a venue and it was entirely your responsibility that things went smooth over there. And as such, all my fellow-volunteers whom I worked with, Vamsee, Royson, Ankita, Prakhar, Rasagy and the Main guys, wanted the event to be a success with all their hearts. There was no gain in it for any of them if the event was a success nor was there any blame on them if the whole thing got screwed. But still, they dedicatedly did a wonderful job and made the event a success!

Here is my wishes to hasGeek for conducting such a fantastic event and giving all those who were there an opportunity to be together and share their spirits.

Cheers!

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Institutionalization.

It refers to the state a person is in because of being at a place for too long.

Those among you who have seen Shawshank redemption may get the idea in one shot when you think of Brooks. But we are talking about real life here.

I guess being at a college for four years gets you into this state quite a bit. It is so because at college you are with your friends who know who you are and what you are. They almost always would want you to be with them, to help them out, to enjoy with them and stuff. As such, you’re a part of a family who loves and respects you. You’re in a scenario where if you pull the knot, you can see whether an end is getting tightened or loosened. You’re in a controlled atmosphere where you can, to an extent, decide and know the consequences of your action.

But once you get out of your college, a world there is awaiting you where not a single person knows you. You suddenly become unimportant and unnoticed by people. You show what you have and no one realizes what it is. Unless and until you are so strongly mentally prepared to face it and slowly grow up out there, you’re sure going to break. That is what happens when you don’t sow your seeds when you can. Unless you do that, you won’t have anything worth to harvest. So you’ll naturally go to someone else’s field and start pestering him about it.

This is where people get cheated by the term, “enjoying college life”. You must enjoy it, but there is a way to do everything. And the way that you know might not be always right.

Before ending this post, I would like to point out how FaceBook provides this false sense of importance to a person. Prolonged use of fb could get a man cracked when he suddenly realizes people are not “liking his comments” but instead are commenting on him being a loser.

You always do feel extremely good when people notice your comments and reply to it. You feel good when people ‘like’ your comments. You are important in there. But an absolute loser out there where it actually counts. Do you believe any of these ‘like’ers are going to come to help you out in the wild world? Yeah right…

One line that I found very meaningful quite lately, “Am I betraying myself in the name of enjoying the present?”.

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Population – The difference in views.

This post comes from the teachings of our economics teacher, Mr. Sanjeev sir. A really awesome teacher.

I’m sure this post can go on and on if I were to let it. But I’m going to make it concise and just state a few points.

When the question of “Why population explosion?” is being discussed, few factors become extremely relevant. And one among them is poverty.

Does poverty increase population or does poverty decrease population? I do not know what answer came into your mind, but I’m pretty much sure that your first thought would have been inclined towards poverty decreasing population. I mean after all, a guy has to feed his kids right? And for that he needs money. So it must be inversely proportional.

The thing is, in most cases it is directly proportional.

I only wish to state two cases in this context. One is a beggar’s and the other is that of a person who enjoys a high standard of living.

The thought of the beggar is not  going to be how he is going to feed his kids if they are born. On the contrary, he sees his each child as a source of income for him. On an emotional level, this can be debated. But hey, economics doesn’t include emotions. Facts are facts and whatever you might feel, this is what is happening.

So, as many kids as the beggar has, as much his income increases. And as much children they have, that much the probability of one or two among them reaching a stable position and supporting them.

However, on the flip side of the coin, what does the guy who has money think? Each child he has is going to reduce his income. He has to raise them and support them till they reach a point where they can take care of themselves. As such, he is going to have lesser number of children.

A beggar’s son will start earning while he is 4 or 5 years old on the streets. At least by begging. But imagine a rich man’s son working at that age. It is not going to happen.

It is interesting to see how much money affects the way see and perceive life.

 

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You are who you are when you are alone.

Pretty soon I’m going to get sued because almost all of my posts are based on some other person’s advice.

As such, this one was told to me by my sister when I was in first year of college. Lately, Ambu sir (take a look at my last three posts to know who this guy is) also said the same thing. He said, “What you do and what you think when you’re alone defines the person you are”.

I guess that is very true because it is when you realize that no one is watching you that all your mischiefs come out. It may be through your actions or through your thoughts. The way you control the thoughts that come at those moments will determine the person that you are.

When you are alone is the time when the strength of your morals, beliefs and values that you carry within you are questioned.

I found it one of the best ways to evaluate one’s self.

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Shifting gears.

This post is from the teachings of Mr. Ambu sir. (Take a look at my last two posts)

Shifting gears, an action we are all too well familiar with. When there is a hill ahead, we down our gears and when there is a straight road ahead we up our gears right?

These two words was the keyword in his entire talk. Our ability to shift our emotional gears. How we behave in the company of various people. We might be a cool, care free guy rocking his life. That would be fine considering being in college among friends. But when you get into the presence of someone with an authority, like your dad, mom, teachers or even into a company, you have to shift your emotional gears to adapt to it. If you try to ascend a hill in 4th gear, you’re not going to make it.

Most of us say you have to be who you are wherever you go. But that is just the irresponsible way of making an excuse just like the “lashing” and “withdrawal” of Wolverine that I mentioned in my last post. We are all busy believing and taking for granted what others say without even putting an ounce of thought into the matter. But Ambu sir quoted an example for it.

He is a busy marketing person and involves in a lot of business which takes away a lot of his time. He is seriously professional when it comes to dealing with his clients and puts on a lot of authority when it comes to fulfilling his role. But, he is a father too.A father to two sweet girls as of now. One 2 1/2 years old and the other 8 years old.

When he goes to them, he can’t be what he was in his business. All his humongous degrees consisting of all the English alphabets means nothing to those two cute girls. They want him to play, care, be foolish, tell them a lot of stories and such… So he shifts his emotional gears and adapts to his children and family leaving all the professionalism behind.

As such, being who you are wherever you go doesn’t mean the way you posture yourself to others I guess. It means the beliefs and morals that you carry within you. Your belief in religion and God. The virtues you have learned from your masters. I mean, I still haven’t figured out the exact meaning of “Be who you are wherever you go”. It has a fine line that divides the things to which it applies and to the things which it doesn’t.

There are some among us, 20 to 22 years old, who talk like they’ve experienced everything and they’ve figured out all the answers to life’s questions. Some people saying you have to be happy all the time, some people saying you have to be cool all the time. They say you shouldn’t introspect, you shouldn’t sit and think of the things that make you sad. I mean, there is a difference holding like a monkey onto the past, and introspecting and learning from it. But these people just don’t get it. They have to be happy all the time. I guess it categorizes under lashing out  or withdrawal.

There is no one size fits all solution nor a single solution to fit one’s all. I hope you got that sentence. I agree it is framed a bit weird.

As such, learning to effectively shift gears is what I find as the key to a successful life right now. But as Ambu sir always said, we are humans and there is always room for improvement. Are we all done and ready listening to just one advice? Of course not. My mind is open and I continue to seek for answers.

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TCS Placement training – Day 2.

Zippadeedoodaa Zippadeyy yay!

My oh my its a wonderful day!

Ah well. The second day of training. Even before the training on November 1st began, I was planning on attending the sessions of the first day and then skipping the second day entirely. But Ambu sir’s energy and his attitude had got to me. I wanted to be in his presence for more time. So I thought to myself, “What the heck. No one is going to come to me in the future and tell me, ‘Hey! You made a fool of yourself on that training day’. So why not have a go?” and went for the training.

We started off the day with A-Z-Alphabets-included-degree-person Mr. Ambu sir blessing us with his so called “Muul Mantras” (I hope that I got that correct) of life. He was talking about becoming a successful good person and asked us what was the key factor that one would require to be so. Everyone started with humility, responsibility and the usual stuffs. And Ambu sir had this attitude of picking up whatever a student told him and improvising on it. One of the loveliest things in the world.

And while he was improvising on the point of humility, I started thinking vigorously about what that key factor might be and just as if he had read my mind, he said, “You have to be good listeners. Not selective ones. I’m sure you have lots of minimized windows in your brain while one application program is running. And that would decrease the resources available for that running program and also reduce its efficiency.”

I got the point. But how he read my mind, I have no clue.

Then going forward, he talked about the exact things that I had once thought I would speak to a crowd if I had a chance. I was dumbstruck and completely engrossed in his session.

Later on he came to the point of facing various situations in life. Just as he made that statement, I remembered once helping one of my friends with the answer to that. It might the dumbest thing, but my thoughts on it were evolved from one of my favorite characters Wolverine. In one of the stories, it is explained to him by a long dead love of his how he reacted to various situations in life. He had just two basic ways.

Lashing out or withdrawal. He was not ready to get emotionally hurt by facing the situation.

Just as this thought came into my head, Ambu sir came with his version of it.

“You can react, respond or fall back to the situations in life”.

Lashing out = React.

Fall back = Withdrawal.

And the third one, respond, was the advice that I had given my friend. To face it, process it in your brain and the result should be the outcome of that processing you did.

So there again, Ambu sir said what was in my head.

At about noon we had this team work to do. It was really funny. We had to find a few things common to our team, we had to find a few unique things of our team members, we had to find out our personal and our team’s strength and weaknesses and plus, we had to name the team and give it a punch line.

My team was Deepak (EEE), Viji(EEE), Raseena(CIVIL), Ramesh(MECH), Hrishiknath, Aparna(EEE), Aswathy(IC) and myself.

Viji came up with the name Technosapiens and we were like “WOW!”. But I dunno, I still have this feeling that I’ve heard that somewhere before. Anyway, we made up a clumsy chart with clouds and leaves and sun and finally I came up with the punch line, “Processing the evolution”.

Our presentation was not that well organized, but it was short and to the point. Whatever goofing up we all did, Viji covered it all up with her brilliant conclusion and we got off the stage a happy team.

Time went by with Ambu sir’s talk and finally it was time for the mock interviews. 10 of us were selected for attending the mock interview and 6 of us were selected to sit in the panel and do the interview.

The interview was over and it was fun Karthik suddenly going out of the room in those mushy casual clothes of his and within ten minutes coming back with neat tucked in shirts and all! We learned quite somewhat about how the interview would be.

The training was over and all the groups were summoned back to the auditorium for one final showdown. There there was a quiz of 20 questions and whoever answered was awarded a tcs hat! It didn’t surprise me that I did not know the answer of a single question that they asked!

Then there was the final announcement of the best two from each group and guess what? I was one from mine!!

That was a real honor for me considering all those skilled people out there. I’m still thinking as to why and what showed me out from the rest of the 59 people with me. There must’ve been something that clicked in Ambu sir’s eyes about me. Anyhow, here I sit and blog with that Parker pen given to me by TCS in my front.

It was a constructive and successful day in my life. God bless Ambu sir.

Here is to the future!

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TCS Placement training – Day 1.

It being our campus placements two more days ahead, the TCS “officials” have come to spend some professional time with us. ‘Placement training’, we call it. Us students being divided into 5 different groups, I’m in the first one called ‘Aakash’ meaning ‘Sky’. 59 of us and the day started.

It went on with Mr. Ambu, Phd ABCD MDD FAGP JINFI, etc (He’s got a hell lot of degrees and I only remember the alphabets and not their order!) giving us a talk on the philosophies of life and stuff. He was so full of exploding energy that even those among us who found ‘philosophical talks’ boring, did not feel bored. He went on and on and came to the point of making the remark which is the reason why I’m writing this post.

He came to the distinction between winners and losers and asked us if we could point out what the difference was. The usual answers, “Winners never quit, quitters never win”, “Winners take responsibility for their actions”, etc came from us but none of them was the point he was looking for.

Finally he said what it was. His remark was, “Winners do what they don’t like to do”. And with that our first session was over.

We all went to have lunch and me on my way back to my hostel, felt really weird about his remark. I mean, it has been only 8 months (Wow! 8 months!!) since I started this blog and I had a very good reason for starting it too.

The reason was that for the inauguration of ABACUS, our CS Association, a very renowned entrepreneur had come to give us a talk. His name is Mr. Shalin Jain. He had started his own company at the age of 18 and it is now one of the most successful ones in India. Tenmiles corporation.

As of now, I consider him a winner.

His most important message in the talk was to follow what we loved. And that one sentence he said is the reason why I started my blog. I loved to write. And that belief was contradicted by Mr. Ambu’s remark.

Also Steve Jobs, the founder of Apple, said “I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did”. So was Steve Jobs not a winner?

There was something wrong with the perspective. And with all this in mind, I came back for the second session which had three more minutes to get started. Mr. Ambu told us we could ask him anything we wanted. Me being never good at restraining myself when I’m brimming with something within me, jumped up and put forth the question to his cute face.

“Sir, do you consider yourself a winner?”

“Well… I’m trying to be one as in life one has to always look forward and for success”

“Alright.. But I haven’t quite made my point yet. Do you consider Steve Jobs a winner?”

“Get to your point please…”

“Okay sir… The thing is, when you said that winners did things that they didn’t like to do, one of the beliefs that I held dearly to was poked. The reason is that I consider Steve Jobs a winner and what he said is that what kept him going was that he loved what he did… So how does that go with the remark you made?”

I thought I had got him for good. I had cornered him and he would helplessly admit his defeat. But he had a lawyer degree plus he was a part of the TCS HR team and now I know even God would have a hard time winning a debate against them!

“You see”, he said, “You took what I said in the wrong perspective. I was speaking from the students perspective where if you guys are working in some company, an elderly manager might come and tell you to do something that you don’t like. So in order to step up in life, you might have to agree to the request as a mental investment for the future and do that thing you don’t like to do. But all in all, you have to be passionate about what you’re doing too. Otherwise whatever you did won’t have a soul. But just that in this case the passion will be the mental investment you made in order to rise in ranks. Do you get my point?”

“Well”, said I, “absolutely sir”.

And the second session of the training programme started which went uneventfully with each of us going onto the front of the stage and talking about the topics that were thrown to us.

Looking forward to the second day!

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Numbers to the soul’s rescue.

When was the last time you were not happy getting more marks?

When was the last time you were not happy getting more number of hits on your blog?

When was the last time you were not happy having more number of friends on facebook?

When was the last time you were not happy getting two chocolates than one?

When was the last time you were not happy you could do 10 push ups than 5?

When was the last time you were not happy getting more points while playing tetris?

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Those questions make my point pretty much. However, this is not just a number line with whole numbers only. We’re considering integers. As such,

When was the last time you were happy seeing your high hospital bill?

And as for that matter your electricity and telephone bills crossing a threshold?

When was the last time you were happy seeing millions had died in a catastrophe?

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We attach numbers to almost everything we do and the higher the value, the stronger our emotion regarding it is on the ‘happy-sad’ integer number axis. The questions I’ve written in the first part lie on the positive x-axis and as the numbers go up, it means we’re having more fun and enjoying our lives.

On the other hand, the questions in the second part lie on the negative x-axis and as the numbers go up, we get sadder. So our soul reacts to the events that take place around us depending on the numbers we have attached to it.

It might be alright if we just don’t take that for granted. There is the natural tendency of high numbers indicating strong emotions. But putting more thought into it is sure to give shades of gray too than just black and white.

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Time, the fourth dimension.

During my 12th standard, I had a teacher by the name of Arun Kumar. A cute and charming person dedicated to teaching and family. He used to give us free times in the class now and then so that we could discuss with him and the whole class about any sort of weird ideas that we had.

I still do not remember how this “weird” idea came to be in my mind, but it did and I did ask him about it. (Hola! I suddenly remembered! I had read the book “Time machine” by “H. G. Wells” and I think something of the sort was mentioned in there)

My teacher was not a very highly educated person, but he loved to know how students thought and he encouraged us thinking out of the circle. He told me he had heard about such a thing during his college days but had not looked into the matter much. But he did push me to find it out.

But somehow I dropped the idea.

Now after all these years, it comes back to me all of a sudden when I was talking with my Professor at college about how much time I was actually wasting in the name of “attending classes”.

But coming back to the point, is time a dimension? We use dimensions in order to represent an object or plane right? If we need to represent a square plane, we need to have two axes minimum. But the thing is, the square existed in this world when we represented it. It existed for an amount of time while we were busy representing it with two axes.

Suppose we used x and y axes for representing it. Then just like saying that the square doesn’t have existence without either x or the y axes, we can say that the square can’t exist without time either. So time is a necessity for representing anything and everything. So shouldn’t it be an universal axis? Maybe that is the reason why we don’t use it explicitly in order to represent things.

Even though I researched about the matter, I’m trying my best to not any Wikipedia information interfere with my thoughts on the matter. For this is science and we all have a say.

As such, the question of ‘what is time?’ becomes confusing. Is it just a measurement standard that we use to specify the occurrences of events in our lives? I mean just like we use mass to represent the amount of substance within an object? Or is time something that has an existence of its own waiting to be explored by us?

My thoughts on the matter have reached this point and I’ll be carrying on with it later. After all, I need more time.

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When the tide flows your way.

This is a real life experience related by my dad to me one fine night. I jotted it down and made up into a story as best as I can. My dad is the narrator.

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I was sitting with my father along with my brothers. We were very poor and were very lucky if we got anything to eat for supper at all. One day, we were fortunate enough to get a bowl of rice soup each for supper. By the time we were starting, we heard a knock at the door. My father opened the door and there stood a very weak and thin man shivering with cold. He begged for some food.

My father, without saying anything to him or to us, welcomed him in and poured a fraction of soup from each of our bowls into another bowl and offered it to him. He drank it with much gratitude. Finishing it and then praising, blessing and thanking us with all his heart, he went away.

Naturally, out of curiosity, we all asked father who he was. Our father replied:

“Children, I’ve started working for my livelihood since I was five years old. And one day, when I was so full of hunger and exhaustion, I went and begged one of the owners of the shop for some food. He treated me very kindly. Instead of giving me food, he gave me five or six lashes with his whip and made me run for my life. And do you know what is the most interesting thing that has happened to me over the past few years? It happened just now. The man whom I gave food to just now was that shop owner’s son.”

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Campus life.

He came to his first day at college finally. A long time had he waited for this day. Nervous, a bit too tensed and above all, with many a memory he craved to re–live again, he took his books in his hand, let go of a deep sigh and lugged his somewhat unwilling legs out of his room slowly. With each step he took, his heart grew only heavier. He was finally back where he wanted to be, but was this how he wanted to be back? Will any of those old moments come running back to him? He had no clue.

“Well”, he thought, “things can’t be all that worse”

As in a dream where we live for almost double the time than in the real world, his ten minute walk to the class seemed to him a lifetime.

The trickle of water from the ruined tap in the courtyard out front seemed to him now like an ever flowing stream that took with it all the joy, sadness and the whole life of a kid with it from the moment he set his foot in that place.

As for him, his yacht had sailed down it already and went into the depths. He smiled at the thought of once pushing his birthday buddy into it and camouflaging him. But fortunately for the birthday boy, their Principal came to see them loitering around during class time and they got busted while he lied still in his camouflage.

He was nowhere near reaching his class while finishing these thoughts. Just two or three steps had he taken.

The steps seemed much more heavier for him to take now. Unexpectedly, he saw his two worst enemies coming right at him. But the usual shudder did not come back up his spine. Instead, he saw himself going out to meet them.

His thoughts were cut short by a call. “Hey newbie, having trouble finding your first class?”

It was one of the teachers who had helped him through his admission. They had grown to be quite close friends in a short while. “I’ll manage on my own”, he said with a smile.

Things seemed weird around him and his mind almost grew blank. Thoughts of his own seemed too much of a luxury now. He remembered the silent lad he was. And how the teachers used to tease him just for the sake of it.

He had never even once complained about it. But the scars that he accepted were never to be healed.

How he once was made to sit in front of the class mimicking sitting in the toilet. How that day all of his so called “friends” laughed and how none of them stood up for him.

He was an entertainment tool.

How he was caught and made to strip by a bunch of his drunken seniors…

All made it clear to him the one thing that gave people the kick of doing things. Power. And he had it right now.

Fire in his heart and mind, his nervousness dropped away and his limbs moved faster.

He almost reached his class and could see the students sitting there. It reminded him of chickens in a slaughter house.

He got in the class and all the students sat in their places. He was the boss now. He was the teacher.

“I am your new teacher”, said he and he said in his mind, “and boy are you guys going to suffer”, with a grin.

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In the name of love.

One of the few ‘perfect’ songs that I have come across. U2 has never stopped at anything or stuck to any specific rules. Its always trying and trying with them. And a few of those songs that came out during their disciplined follow of music are just wonders. Always a song that raises my spirit. Hope everyone enjoys it! 🙂

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Heal the world.

When the world doesn’t make much sense and I try to put things in perspective, I look for a common denominator. And what better option is there than trying to make the world a better place to live? Even if only words, this song does inspire. For a life that has lost its innocence, Michael Jackson surely soothes the mind with his music. A lovely song.