Friday, March 4, 2011

Logic and Logistics

As a kid,I heard of the story of 'Chicken Little',who cried the 'Sky is falling'.Actually,I heard it's Indian version-"Aasmaan gir raha hai".
The gist of the story is that a rabbit hears a loud noise win its sleep,and presumes that the end of the world has arrived.He runs helter and skelter to inform everyone of impending doom and consequently everyone else panics and follows him(Mob mentality).

Now you must forgive me for after this part my memory of this story isn't exactly crystal clear,but one wise animal(not sure which) stops the mob and asks why is there a stampede in progress.And(let's assume the sequence of animals from here based on my convenience;)),the fox replies-"The sky is falling",and he asks "who told you so?".The fox points to the wolf,the wolf to the deer,deer to the tiger and at some point,the originator of the news,the rabbit,comes under the scanner.

The rabbit says ,"Well,I heard a loud explosion,so I thought the sky must be falling."Finally,the rabbit is taken to the spot where he heard the "explosion".And it turns out,the "explosion" was due to the gravitational descent of a jack fruit near the spot the rabbit had fallen asleep.

The obvious moral of this story is that "One must not jump into conclusions".But on hindsight,it also speaks of the might of numbers.For,when the whole world is running in a certain direction,ancient wisdom would only propel us to follow that direction.Not to question it.(Mob mentality again).It is also perhaps why democracy gains popularity.For,the voice of the majority stands out.

Ever wondered if the voice of the majority is actually the right one?Isaac Newton,Archimedes,St.Valentine.... why.. even Jesus Christ wasn't exactly very popular with the "authorities" who "knew" what was "right and wrong".Lone voices,that were not understood in their times,but later on in life.

How is this relevant in the present day?For one,self-proclaimed superpowers who believe it is their sole and divine duty to "protect" the rest of the world.The hypocrisy of massacring innocents in certain countries for their own benefit while talking about "the right to rule over one's own land,of democracy and equality".The Jasmine revolution truly left behind its strong yet sweet fragrance.From Tunisia to Egypt and now Libya.

Unlike the peaceful revolution in Tunis and Tahrir Square,Libyan revolution is seeing unprecedented bloodshed,which every nation in the United Nations Security Council (headquartered in New York) condemns. Ironically, the members of the UNSC are conveniently blind to happenings in Afghanistan! Of course,the other middle eastern countries and China have a different set of concerns.

Mob mentality?Or the fear of upsetting the biggest bully in the ground?According to Debka File, the news website linked to Israeli security agencies, U.S., British and French military advisers and intelligence officers landed in the eastern breakaway province of Cyrenaica in Libya to prepare the logistics of a possible military operation.

This Global policing is nothing short of global hypocrisy.While the intent may be right on this occasion,it has not been justified on several other occasions.Whether it was to find the imaginary "Weapons of Mass destruction" in Iraq which lead to the execution of Saddam Hussein, or the current air-strikes on Afghan.The guts of being able to shoot 2 Pakistani nationals on their own soil and having the nerve to demand diplomatic immunity!!I mean, would it work out the same if a diplomat shot the President and demanded "diplomatic immunity?!!!"The logic surpasses common sense.Every human life is precious.

True,one may be a superpower.But even the comic book superhero agrees that "With great power comes great responsibility".Maybe it is time the superpowers took responsibility for their actions.For,if they expect the world to follow their rules,they'll have it understand that sooner or later they are going to catch up with their actions too.And it'll do no good crying foul then.


Saturday, February 12, 2011

Life is calling...

where are you?..It's a tagline of a popular drink.I dunno about the effect of the drink,for I don't drink...yet;)...But that tagline sure has left an indelible impression upon me.It has forced me to do something I have not done ever since I started working..and that..is to think!!

It might sound funny..but it's sad actually.As a school kid or even as a college-goer,I was always teeming with creative ideas,constantly thinking,pondering,trying to understand...and ..ahem..make a difference.It was as natural as breathing.

Ever since I started working,the only perk has been,economic independence.My life soon turned into a routine,and with it,my thought process.I became as mechanized as the machine I use at work.Log in,code,test,log out.That was it.

I am not a machine.Obvious statement,I suppose.But my activities beg to differ from something that obvious.I am a unique creation of nature,just like everything and everyone else in nature.

And a free spirit,who is to answer the call of life..for life is calling:)

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Disha Diaries

Part 4

It was almost like a stone had dropped into her stomach!She felt dizzy.She gripped the handle of her swivelling chair for support."This can't possibly be happening!!What the hell is he doing here?Am I hallucinating??".She pinched herself,"Ouch!"."What the...?",Trupti looked up.So did Shilpa.She didn't miss Disha's pallor.Disha was turning almost white.Shilpa quickly replied,"I'm sorry.The christmas decorations should have been taken away.It's 15 days past new years'.It is those prickly decorations..."she walked up and covered Disha from Trupthi's view.Trupthi went back to her screen.She then quietly asked Disha,"Want to go outside?"

Disha nodded mutely.She quietly followed Shilpa out of the ODC.Once they were out,Shilpa said,"Perhaps you should go wash your face.You are sweating like crazy.Do you want to see a doctor?"."No.",Disha finally found her voice,"I'm fine.Just exhausted.Thanks."

Shilpa replied,"Very well.Stop staring at the new guy like he's some kind of ghost.It is very noticeable."

Disha froze.Shilpa looked her in the eye.It was one of those inexplicable moments when magical friendships are formed.

Disha said,"Thanks for covering me."

Shilpa replied,"Never mind that.Not everyone in this world is as bad as you think,you know."

"How did you know that I think so?",Disha asked,wide-eyed.

Shilpa smiled,"I didn't.You just told me!!"

They laughed.And it was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Disha Diaries

Part 3

"What's your New Year resolution?",Trupti asked."Huh,What?",Disha's conciousness descended to that within the ODC(for the uninitiated,that means Offshore Development Centre)."Jesus!Girl, why do you look so lost always?It's almost like you are from some other planet!!"."Ya,it's a place called the Earth.Of course you wouldn't know,considering you definitely aren't from there.....",Disha mumbled to herself."What did you say?",Trupti asked."Nothing.Do we have a Knowledge transfer session scheduled for today as well?",Disha asked."Not sure.Rajesh didn't mention anything",came Trupti's reply. "Well that's a first.Since when does Rajesh schedule KT sessions?Has he finally decided to give up his pretence?Is that his new year's resolution?!!!...What am I thinking,I should be thinking of resolutions,not miracles!!"."Hehehehehe",she giggled aloud.

Trupti rolled her eyes and looked meaningfully at Shilpa. Shilpa slowly shook her head from side to side and resumed staring at her monitor.Unlike the boisterous Trupti,Shilpa was the silent type.That,did not mean that she was a pushover.She simply avoided confrontations as long as it was humanly possible.Besides,it was a lot easier to agree with Trupti in order to get her to shut up than to argue with her.Shilpa could argue.But with reason and logic.And Trupti,well...just used her volume to a criminal extent.

Shilpa secretly admired Disha.Although Disha was a natural misfit in the team,she was the only person who could successfully render Trupti speechless,without resorting to violence.She didn't even need to raise her volume for the purpose!The event,however was a rarity in itself,and so all the more enjoyable,whenever it occured.Shilpa hoped to master the trait someday .

Then something inexplicable happened.Disha froze.He had arrived,and in that very ODC.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Disha Diaries

Part 2

Her Project Manager walked up to her. "It's Christmas Eve , Disha. You still working?" Disha gave him the most disdainful look she could manage. Then quickly rearranged her facial features to what she hoped would pass off as a smile.She Replied,"Yes, Rajesh. I should be done in 10 minutes."

He gave her ,what she deemed as the most fake smile she had ever seen.Of course,it was a smile every manager has to master in order to get their "team" to deliver,on time."You must not work such long hours.It is not a good practice you know". "Yes Rajesh",she smiled back sweetly.Only that she was hoping something really heavy fell on his head at that very moment."Of course I do know that,you fool!!But if you endorse such words of wisdom,either have reasonable dates of delivery,or stay out of my hair!!!Stop crying about deadlines!!",she thought.

All of a sudden she felt very sad.While graduating her 10th std,her slam book read:

Likes: Honesty,Assertiveness

Dislikes: Liars,Hypocrites

Motto: Never compromise on your personal values.

She thought,"I was so sure of myself back then. I wouldn't bend, even under extreme duress. I had my pride, and I was one satisfied person.And now,I am perhaps the biggest hypocrite in the world!I mean,look at me - I have no friends,I don't talk to my family and I hate my job. I am only hiding from my failures and running away from problems. I would be a successful escape artist,only if I wasn't a prisoner of my head".

Then ,she thought of him.She always thought of him when she felt low."If only....",she shook her head."Shake it off!!You told you wouldn't go back there!He's gone.It's better off this way.You know that.",said the voice that only woke,when she needed to be alone.She obeyed.

And then a tear rolled down her cheek.She wiped it away ,just as she had done,so many times in the past.She resumed with her coding.That's the good thing about corporates.There is always enough work to numb out any feelings.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Disha Diaries

Part I

Disha had been hunching over the monitor for most of the past 2 hours. She felt a slight pain shooting up her back."Maybe I've managed spondilitis..finally",she thought.She leaned back and flexed her fingers. It was 7 p.m. But being a developer in the IT industry,it only translated to 'the day was still young'. 'And you are growing old',thought Disha,cynically.

"Age is just a number. A state of the mind.You are as young or old as you feel".Disha remembered having endorsed these words very earnestly,at an extempore.The words that captivated the audience back then,somehow failed to impress mommie dearest.

Mom had taken to chanting -"Why won't you get married? We aren't getting any younger you know?Your dad will retire next year.Don't you want to settle down? I have seen this boy for you...really handsome..your horoscopes match too......"...and mom went into one of her irrelevant tangents that Disha had skillfully learned to tune out now. Disha smiled wryly to herself.

Disha,at 23, had dark circles around her eyes,once she relieved them of her glasses. She had a perennial smattering of acne on her face. She never knew whether to attribute it to pollution,stress or her genes.(Genes were a poor excuse.After all,her sisters had very clear skin.) Her hair,in her own words,"was a nightmare".Limp and lifeless."But then again," she wondered,"aren't they dead cells anyway?".

She was often told she needed a "makeover"."Yeah right",she'd scoff at them.And then discreetly check the next object capable of reflecting her face.The reflection merely scowled back at her."Stupid mirror!It is the inner beauty that really counts",she affirmed to herself.For the umpteenth time.

Not an adult, just a child

Walking down the memory lane,
I think of times that were more sane,
When i was free to be crazy and wild,
not a grown up,just a child...


How I miss those carefree times,
of simple math and nursery rhymes
I don't know if innocence applies here,
But there was definitely a lack of fear,
when imaginations could run wild,
not a grown up,just a child..

Incomplete homeworks , games all day long,
Life seemed a perpetual song,
Birthdays meant pouncing upon sweets and cakes,
inviting unwarranted stomach aches,
And just to stay away from school,
faking fevers and headaches.
And then couldn't deal with colds that were mild,
Not a grown up,just a child.

Now through my languid gaze,
I wonder where are those days,
Of laughter and fights,
learning the wrongs from the rights,
tears that followed,
pride to be swallowed,
my transition to an adult from a child