Chinna Chinna Asai :- God of small Things

Hey guys , I had taken a break of 15 days between my Job shift. It was filled with fulfilling of so many of those nothing whims, you know the whims that make life worth living.
Also any parental advisory who might unwittingly peruse through this testimonial of this perfect holiday I deny the occurrence of all under mentioned confessions and will not be held liable to give any clarification henceforth.
· I bought my first Handy cam. She is named Candice. She is perfect. ( Thanks Borah)
· I took a touristy ferry ride in gate way of India. (Thanks samandar ki rani)
· I had garlic butter filled Egg Batti in Theobrama after almost 15 days of stringent diet control
· I sat at Nariman point with the Hilton and a crowded noisy city behind me and moon reflecting on the placid waters in front of me.
· I had waffles in Just around the corner.
· I participated in girlie gossip at Bagel’s shop. (Thanks Bhallah & Shrumo)
· I participated in all nighter adda session at home. (Thanks Dupont’)
· I went to “Secret Lake” at 11 in the night. (Thanks T.P)
· I had payasam. (Thanks perriyama)
· I went down to ring road. (Thanks Eye shoe)
· I had fondue. (thanks Divvika & sudarshan athims)
· I danced on the streets. (Thanks Padma, Manoj, Vijay & Nanda)
· I gate crashed ISB alumni party(Thanks Shobana)
· I lost my soul. ( Thanks Indian Ocean)
· I travelled on a bike at 2 (Thanks Hyderabad)
· I learnt singing is a defense against chill morning air. (Thanks Nanda)
· I enjoyed music played on synthesiser till 6 in the morning on request. (Thanks Kaka)
· I got mehendi done. (Thanks exhibition)
· I blew soap bubles. (Thanks Exhibition)
· I saw Tare Zameen Pe. (Thanks Amir Khan)
· I had worlds best chai & Usmani biscut. ( thanks the old lady opposite Yeshoda Hospital)
· I went back to campus. (Thanks Gachu)
· I took part actively in student-faculty-alumni interaction ;) . (Thanks Satsheel)
· I had the best night. (Thanks drams-choreo-JBS, satsheel, Sonal, nattu, deblina ,)
· I dinnered in Komal Vilas (Thanks gachu & archana)
· I had breakfast at flurries
· I lounged at Victoria
· I took a taanga ride in maidaan
· I ferried across Howrah
· (Thanks Calcutta)
· I had world’d best puchka (Thanks the cab wala)
Hopefully the saga continues!!!

MY HERO

“Taron zameen pe” most tastefully made child movie I have seen. The story revolves around a child suffering from dyslexia Ishaan and his family; A mother who still sees him as a baby to an extent he becomes her doll, Don’t get me wrong she adores him, she always has his back, but she thinks him to be dumb and her main predicament is how to spend today without be reminded her kid has trouble: her motto “I have to keep working hard then every trouble will solve itself”; A father who is impatient to make a man out of an eight year old, who sees childhood as path to follow to reach the main destination …him or even better a more successful him: his motto is the oldest in the book “Discipline, obedience to the wise (read all elders) and hard work will make a winner”; An elder brother at the least 4 years older than Ishaan, loves him unconditionally, then again it is easy for him as he is not responsible of the child’s future like the parents are.

Ishaan has an over active imagination, he copes with world’s disappointment in him by escaping into his fantasies, He denies his impediments to over whelm him by running away. He stands up against any authority with cocky confidence to deny anybody a peak into his own self doubts.

It is uncanny how much this kid reminds me of my early childhood. I might not have been dyslexic but I had real trouble with writing. My handwriting was obnoxious (now it has improved to state of just being illegible), my spellings were unsettling to say the least (I never understood the need for e at end of a word if you spelt have as hav is there going to be any difference? My p’s & g’s , b’s & d’s , a’s & o’s were all interchangeable;) it is funny now but if you were my teacher you would have found it unbearably tiring. My mind revolted from writing a dictated answer. May be I was being stubborn or may be I had high morality concerning intellectual property but I insisted on writing in sentences which were overambitious for my stunted grammar. Now imagine correcting a paper where you have no clue what the child is trying to say, in incomprehensible language and illegible handwriting. In a class of 50 I was in last 15.

I was a difficult kid. It is easy to bring up a child who is hard working, ambitious, willing to fight for respect. I was none of that. I used to be able sit for hours (8 to 10) in my study and entertain myself with my fantasies. How do you help a kid like that?

Every kid needs a hero, an Amir Khan who lets him or her believe that they are capable. Who relentlessly protect the child from the critical society. Who promises the child no matter what he or she does I your hero will be in your side.

My Amma, my HERO.
My Appa, my HERO

Well it is not exactly like the movie, they did have a little bit of Ishaan’s parents in them, but they were overwhelmingly my Amir Khan.

There had been times when they felt trapped and helpless and reacted like any human overloaded with responsibility, they lost temper.
They never lost faith. MY HERO.

They never let me doubt my intelligence; they encouraged any random bit of competence I let escape my demeanor.
They fashioned my self esteem. MY HERO.

They let me contradict them. Our ego burns when our ideas are challenged by our peers. They let an eight year old kid created by them question their beliefs.
They let no one kill my spirit. MY HERO.

Now that I have moved on, now that I no longer choose to remember those days
I forget MY HERO.

A voice to the thirteen year old me

Hey all, It has been real long ... It is sad that for past three month nothing really inspiring happened. Nothing that forced me to pen to the world.
Well not very surprising this has been my busiest time at work. After all we all know how inspiring work can be :)

Anyway I was clearing my table. My parents have decided at last to dispose of the rickety old thing. Treasured inside was my school time Pin up.It held all the thoughts that popped in the little luciphers head and that which i wanted to share with the world.

So here goes...note i have not coreected anything or exercised any artistic licence. The egoist I am I decided to just give voice to the thirteen year old me. In no perticular order

• I Love ME
• Even Love can’t force somebody to love
• Live & Help Live
• A chauvenist can never be a leader cause he is prejudiced against half the world.
• Jai Sardar
• Be happy don’t try to be happier
• In our infinite ignorance we are equal *
• Experience channelizes our approach
• Hail Einstein
• We can reason our liking but cannot like for reasons
• A freiend is one who can rejenuate you body, relax your emotions , comfort your mind by sheer presense.
• U don’t have to listen at the least “hear” cause I could be on your side.

* that line I think I read somewhere.

Chalo with a hope insipartion strikes quick I sign off

Life – A Mathematical Model

Plot life in a graph.
(life can be subdivided into career , relationships, Social causes, hobbies etc.)
In X axis is Space-Time Continuum (∂)
In Y axis is Satisfaction / Happiness
Let say life Life is F(∂)

AXIOM:
There are only three possibilities of F(∂)
a) Pessimist View (Nothing matters happiness in life finite and constant )




b) Optimist View (There is perfection when F(∂)= ∞)



c) Popular View ( Life has ups and downs but there is nothing called perfection)



Corollary 1)

Anyone who tells u not to be choosy, and make compromises believe in the popular view and most probably in Local Maxima

Given: The world we know.

To Find: How to live?

Solution:
There are two possibilities of living life
1) Be not too choosy (Content and settle at non-perfect situation)

If F(∂) is in reality a pessimist view. Happiness is a finite constant. Thus you will be settle and happy finitely.
If F(∂) is in reality a popular view.
Settlement happens at functional maxima or local maxima both a finite happiness.
One will not know the difference between local and functional maxima.
If F(∂) is in reality a optimist view.
Settlement happens only in local maxima a finite happiness.
Because,
If settlement happens in functional maxima, the concern experiences perfection becomes choosy which is against the primary assumption.

Basically If you are not too choosy u will certainly settle at finite happiness.
................................................................................................(m)
2) Be choosy ( Content only with perfect situations)

If F(∂) is in reality a pessimist view. Happiness is a finite constant. Thus you will be not settled and equally happy.
If F(∂) is in reality a popular view.
Settlement never happens as functional maxima are not infinity.
If F(∂) is in reality a optimist view.
Settlement happens only at perfection.

Basically if you are choosy u will be finitely happy and unsettled or infinitely happy
.................................................................................................…(n)

From (m) & (n) it is evident that one should be choosy
-QED

The Sister Act

Some things in this world make the relentless mundane events of life worth enduring. One such thing is growing up with a Gang of Girls.

Like anything else you have either had this spark in your life or not ….. WELL I HAD.

Picture this……

Diwali night; four girls around eight with a firecracker in one hand and a lit agarbathi in the other stand sharing the scary stories of diwali accidents when suddenly one of them realize during one of the animated gesticulations the wick of the firecracker and the fire of the agarbathi have had an unholy meeting. So in the HEAT of the moment she releases the cracker. The over enthusiastic firecracker lands inches away from the stacked up firecrackers and a foot away from the fuel tank of a brand new Maruthi 800.


Like anything else you have either had( and survived) a near death experience with your loved ones or not. WELL I HAD.

Picture this

A new sleek shop in town with marble flooring, smartly dressed English speaking attendants, security cameras , automatic doors etc. Four girls now around eighteen, carrying enough cash to afford a whole coffee from the vending machine enter the place. While the girls sip on the singleton cup of coffee and try to unravel the mysteries of the universe an unwitting soul played their favorite song on the juke box. ATTENTION!!! coffee forgotten…. a quick unspoken word of consent…… they all rise and do the whole dance sequence of aslay he ha…. then leave the place with thunderous applause.

Like anything else you have either willingly made a fool of yourself or not.WELL I HAD.

Picture this.

A lovely noisy Mandap, loads of flowers, loads of laughter, the prettiest bride ever, a real cool dude groom, the happiest moment of your darling sisters life, and an alien thought “LIFE IS CHANGIGNG”

But again... if history has taught us anything it is "SISTERS WILL ALWAYS BE SISTERS."



LOVE YOU GACHU
LOVE YOU VISHNU
LOVE YOU G3
LOVE YOU ROHAN

A Typical Ro Day

After blackmail, cajoling, drawing up pitiful puppy dog faces at office I managed to squeeze in leave for Diwali.

Home! The festive season, the whole bunch of hysterical cousins ….and above all amma ke haat ka filter coffee … Well it does not get better than that.

So all set...had booked a Friday afternoon flight. Had to reach the airport latest by 12:20 it is generally a half hour ride from home. I had one hand baggage stuffed (cawmon , it really does not matter how long you stay, packing light implies you are making decisions on what u will require before you actually have to. And that is morally wrong.), anyways I packed what can be called a compromise between my laziness to make a decision and my laziness to stand in baggage claim at Chennai airport.

At eleven thirty I find a rikshaw-wala willing to endure the harassment at sanatacruz airport initiated by bomb threats and general human nature!!! At eleven thirty two I decide to go to the nearest Naturals shop to pack some tender coconut ice-cream for home. After 20 minute long process of packing frozen fruit ice-cream , I make off for the airport

Now I have two hand baggage. I will have to check one in and then stand in the baggage claim. I curse Osama. I curse the CIA. I curse ISI twice. Then try to repack and fit a 2feet X 1feet X 1 feet box into an already stuffed back pack. I accomplish the impossible. Just before I could relax and pat my back I find my hand bag ( not the worthless one stuffed with clothes and ice-cream the one that carries my money , my ids, pretty much my entire life…..) is missing.

Ouch!!! You can’t imagine how it felt. Let me try capturing the picture. My stomach felt as if I was dropped down a bottom less pit, My heart felt as it did when I found out about Abhi Bachan and Ash (tut…), My brain felt as if it was asked to give 13 tables.

(Don’t you think this is tragic! However I knew I would be giving all my friends a hearty laugh. You know, after you manage to loose 3 mobiles in eight months you mange to loose sympathy as well. Ironically my mobile was safely lying in my jeans pocket.)

I made the rickshaw-wala take me back to naturals; it was not to be found there. I realized I was penniless, ticketless and had no ids on me anymore. Disheartened , I asked to be taken back home. My eyes welled up , no more patakas L, no more cousins :L, no more coffee…. STOP!!!! No!!! I will have to find my bag. I made the rickshaw-wala take me back to naturals.

After a quick hanuman chalisa; I knew I was going to find the bag. (It is one of those realizations that you get a lot in sports. In one ball suddenly you realize how the game is going to progress…Let me clarify, here I don’t mean Sachin’s wicket. )

In a crowded hill road I start asking every shop keeper if he had seen a bag fall off an Auto. After about 20 shops a good Samaritan answers yes and conjures up my bag.

Woooh!!! Here again u cant imagine how I felt and this time I am not even going to try to explain.

God Bless the shop keeper!!! God Bless the Rickshaw-wala!!! God Bless India!!!

I am going to get to have my filter Coffee.

The clock read 12:10 ; whoops!!! I have to reach in ten minutes to the airport!!!

But what the hell the flight had to be delayed.

If you did not realize it yet ,it was going to be my day!!