I started playing cricket on the week-ends and it started with a bang. I had gathered a group of 10-16 techies, who had similar passion to gulli cricket as mine, and we continued to dominate the BTM cricket ground by our presence for over three straight months. We had some moments of our glory. No No, not worth any international standard, for that matter not even worth any district level, but the fun we had after shattering fellow's stumps to the ground or hitting somebody for consecutive boundaries, and pulling ones leg after he had bowled a marathon 16-ball over giving away 30-odd runs to the opponent team, was amazing. The fights we had over run-outs and no-balls. It started just like that, and this week it looks like it will also stop just like that, without any reason.

The good old file "Dilwale Dulhania Le Jaayenge" will create history in the indian cinema today, when its show will be screened in the Maratha Mandir theatre mumbai for the straight 500th week; where it has been running everyday since its release.

When I saw this sign somewhere in Tirupati "beware of luggage", my mind mulled over the popular version "beware of dogs" signifying caution against upcoming danger, I stopped in my tracks and wondered whether my luggage would suddenly transform into a lion or scary ghost.
Finally I concluded, even this phrase is correct. With so many people and similar bags around, it is possible to forget our own bag and carry somebody elses bag. And that definitely would be a sign of upcoming calamity.

He was thrilled that he is joining something which is new, which will help him understand new things, newer concepts, newer techniques, newer difficulties and challenges in other field, and will help him understand the finer nuances of handling both mechanics and electronics and merging them together to create newer products. I will be happy to work in the field in which I have never worked before. It will definitely help me in some way.

On the other hand, his friend was skeptical. To sum up, his thinking was: he is just joining another group. There would be nothing new to learn, everything that they work into is already done by somebody else, the concepts illustrated by somebody else, there would not be anything new. Even if I read books, I would know those things, so whats the big deal. I am not that interested in working there. Whats the point of inventing the wheel again?

Personally I agree with the first view of looking into things. How can you judge things without even knowing them? Few people have attitude and thinking that whatever happens to them is always wrong. They will always crib about whatever they have, and will always compare themselves with somebody else who is ideal, and then doubt their own self belief that I simply cant do this; I dont have enough knowledge, without even trying once. Or else will simply blame their own luck that it is never good.

Though I have never said this before. Maybe I do not have the nerve to say it, or somewhere deep down I have a fear or ego or whatever. It's difficult to express in words, but still if you are reading this, Mom, Dad, I love you.

He always considered himself unlucky for working here. He hated things and this system of bribing from the core of his heart. He considered whatever he used to do was pathetic; the compensation they used to give him for his work was pittance compared to his counterparts in states. He always dreamed of big things. In back of his mind he always tried to find out the price of commodity by converting its price from US Dollars to INR and comparing them.
One day he quit his company, took loan and sailed away for the luring states. He was very happy to be in the country of his dreams, the country he always liked, the country he thought has the fairest treatment. He was very proud of himself for being there, earning money. He had hit a goldmine. As the days passed, he realized that the money he has accumulated is not enough. The more he tried, the more he worried, the more it fell short of his target. The target always seemed distant. It was after two years he realized that it is pointless working here. He realized however bad his own country looked then, was in fact better than his present living condition. At least he never had to take appointment to meet his parents or friends. He never had to worry about anything alone; his friends were always there for support. More over he was never treated like a foreigner. Here, they never showed it but they never behaved like they would have behaved with their own countrymen. What has he got there, money sure enough, but he has lost his relatives, his friends, his mental peace, his tradition, his values, his time and his culture.

I am amazed by some people. They always seem to have opinions about things which they haven't seen, they don't even know about, or they haven't even worked upon.