Thursday, June 30, 2005


My silence can speak volumes.... can any one read that much of junk???

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

DB on India

There seems to be more than we know about ourselves....

Take a look at the world as it is... and what Indians are considered about...

My client, DB, feels that India has more potential than any other country in the globe.

China, our dearest neighbour and friendly rival, is felt to be not so favorable to their growth.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Tsunami Hits

Srinivas Divi, was one of our good old friends, with an air of conniving look on his face, but was the most mild and timid one among the group. Well, those were my bachelor days and when I say he was “timid”, it obviously refers to the stance that one takes when approaching girls. Yet his sprits were always high and used to say to all of us that some day, some one would definitely be there for him. As life is, we had to move on in our life and our interaction got to a stage of a mail once in a while.

After nearly five years, one day he suddenly called up to inform that he was getting engaged and his marriage date was fixed. My knowledgeable assumption that it was arranged was correct. After that day our interaction became almost daily, may it be chat, mail or call. Every day, he used to tell us as to how he was going ahead with ‘music’ of his life Vani. How she was talking to him etal. I was happy that at last the priest got his Goddess to worship. All the conversation was full of her.

One day, after Tsunami, while I was on my way back from office, my mobile gave its usual buzz. It was Divi, with a heavy voice at the other end. When I asked for the reason, in that Chennai traffic sounds around, he told me that Tsunami has taken away Vani. Not knowing what to say, I told him that I would return his call after I go home. The real reason was, I needed some composure to talk to him.

All along the way I was thinking how this bloke might fare with his life and what will happen to him next. His dreams, his notions.. that was a very cruel joke by nature.

At home, I immediately made a call to Divi,

“Hello, Divi, how are you feeling now?!?, was in traffic so had to cut the conversation. Am really sorry to know what happened? ”

“Yes, I too feel bad, but what can be done, life is like that.”

“Well, don’t spiral into depression or do something to yourself. It is part of file”, said I.

“Yes, Anil, I know it… “ said Divi.

“Well, I understand that after all the preparations and mind set ready for marriage, it is hard to take this kind of shocks. How are your parents reacting?”

“Why will my parents feel bad for that? And why will my marriage stop??!!” said Divi.

Well, got dumbstruck, how can Divi talk like this? How can he be so immune to this grave loss of life? I felt that this shock has set him into a different plane altogether and he is now emotionally blunted to core.

After a few moments of silence, Divi said, “Phani’s parents were in Hyderabad, spoke to them. They are recovering now.”

“Well, Tsunami??..” muttered me.

“What Tsunami??”

“What happened??” I barked not able to contain my emotion at the way he was talking. No correlation to what he was saying. Vani died and he talks of Phani. When asked about Tsunami, he says what Tsunami. He has really gone into delirium. At the same time making plans to go to Hyderabad to meet him in person and take stock of situation.

Then he coolly said, “Well, Phani met with a train accident in Mumbai and his parents were in Hyderabad today. And why are you shouting at me??”

Then it dawned on me that it was Phani – another friend of ours – met with a fatal accident and Divi made a remark about Tsunami and if we were safe.

Moral of the Story:
Listen, not hear. Never make assumptions from bits and piece of information.

A byline – Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Batman Begins

Wanted a day off in the evening, or was it a sudden surge to leave early, don't know exactly what, left office at 6:34 P.M SGT. For those of you who live on the lighter side of this planet, office life in Singapore starts at 9:00 A.M and goes on till you drop dead in your seat.

Pramod and Ravi gave some "valid" reasons for not joining for the movie, so had to make my movie journey myself.

6:37 P.M. landed up in the crowded local train to City Hall, while all my surroundings looked same, every one with the same dressing style females dark suit, males ditto. The only way you can differentiate a male and female here is with the amount of cloth they use in their dress. Less the cloth, more feminine the gender.

6:43 P.M. out of train, walked in the subway from station to Marina Square, all the way was dotted with shops selling technically correct and pratically useless goods. What is so technically correct, the term "consumer goods". The near naked cloths that these fashion mall - rather called the 'hypermalls' - sell can even put my nation's begger to shame.

Constant shouts in the microphone by some local army Subedar, as a part rehersals of the local nation's 40th 'National Day' celebrations, started another stream of thoughts.

What might be the total size of these fellow's army, hardly 100,00. The total nmber of dudes who are citizens itself ids just over 40 lacs - forget the floating populations and labourers like me, just citizens and permanent residents (green card types). I feel that if all the faction warriors of my native Kurnool out number the entire army of Singapore. (About factionism - some other day)

Yet, look at the amount of noise that this army can do, loud speakers here and there. Flying choppers every few hours, taking a huge flag - made of imported cloth, ofcourse. They dont have anything - except a few square kilometers of place on this planet. Approximately 700 Sq.Km which includes sea waters, small islands or islets and not to forget those pebbels on the shore.

7:05 P.M. took tickets from the counter and walked to my designated chair. To my surprise, the time printed on the ticket was 6:45 P.M but still there was no sign of movie in the theater. All around me I could only see elderly Can-Kens and some romantic couples.

7:15 P.M. movie started, good - atleast at some place they work as per my nations proud IST (Indian Streachable Time)

After the movie, again my thoughts came back to my own nation, my own place. As is the state of Gotham City in that movie, my place too is infested with corruption and darkness. It is high time that we need a Batman to clean up. It is a ficiton, so we can see a hero, single handedly take on the world or his city.

Dont you think that as individuals if we take on the task of cleaning up our own mess, our place can be far better than the promised Heaven after death.

Cant we realise that if as individuals we act and behave in the way it is expected, with integrity and character, our place, our nation, our planet can be better off for many more milliniums to come.

Let there be light - pay your electricity bill regularly and stop using proliferated power.

Monday, June 20, 2005

Bday blues

As a norm every year, I do something that I have never done before. Yesterday, I realized that I did not do anything "special".

Dashed to Mustafa - the only place where we Indians in Singapore feel comfortable to buy - or is it a mob syndrome - never the less went there, got a "Skateboard" with some protective gears.

Went to West Coast park to try them out. After a relentless three hours of experiments with around a dozen falls (bum shaking) I could manage a distance of 10 meters. Cool isn't it.

I can never forget the "look" that the near-by teenagers gave me, when I was busy with my experiments. Imagine a 29 year old, near quintal weighing, Indian dude trying out a skateboard... he hee.... [chuckles]

One gentleman in his late 60s - Indian - said to me "Good, good... you are at least trying something" when I had a miserable fall on the concrete path in the park.

"Never say, never again" - Tomorrow, am again back in park!!!

Monday, June 13, 2005

Fresh morning

13-June: Morning

Woke up for a fresh morning, from the window of my 10th storey apartment I could see bright day light welcoming me to work. After a while I found myself walking on the rain cleaned streets of Singapore. The sweet aroma of coffee and Milo from the food courts dotted along the walk to MRT along with the occasional shout of 'koopiaaa' by the coffee servers at these counters, made me swell with joy of another wonderful week at office.

MRT, the same crowd, same faces, with same kind of dress, every one here wears same kind of cloths and has same kind of expression, sombere (or is it moronous, he he...) and the same anouncement "sila hamirpurhatian demik islamathan blah blah... "

Reached office, same desks, same workaholic blokes at the desk, looking seriously busy...

Reached desk... same monitor, same desk pinups... Same Shit, Different Day....

Where did my freshness go... [chuckles]

Wednesday, June 8, 2005

Adrenaline Rush

There were times in life when one gets some adrenaline rush to do something that is unimaginable. It was a hot June afternoon in '98, when that kind of surge took place in me. For days together I was depressed that some Ms.J (then she was Ms) was getting married to a stranger, while she had promised to marry me only few weeks ago. It was too much a burden for me, understandably.

My calls were not answered, my attempts to reach her were futile as she refused to speak to me. There seemed no hope of seeing her, nor knowing the reason why she was doing what she was planning to do. Being a very curious person, my curiosity made me kill the cat.I heard a reference of one of her childhood friends, Ms.H, who stayed close by her place, while talking with J few months ago. It occurred to me that she may hold the key which can unravel the mystery as to why J was marrying someone. So that afternoon I got a surge to meet that girl under any cost.

Ravi, my good buddy and a distant relative, accompanied that fact finding mission. We both reached her door step, with a little bit of enquiry here and there. An aging bald chap opened the door and asked us the reason for being there, for which we promptly answered that we were H's classmates and we want to meet her.

With a look of little surprise he invited us inside him home, made us feel comfortable with a breeze of air cooler, which was a refreshing change after those mid-afternoon enquiry sessions under the blazing sun.

We were made to understand that the H was out and was expected in a short while during which we learnt that the gentleman was her father. Soon Tea was served with some biscuits and my hopes of meeting this person and explaining her my situation and then getting the reasons for the sudden change in J's decision were growing.

Suddenly, that gentleman asked me where I was H's classmate, for which I casually said "During our graduation".

There was a glint of smile on H's parents.

Breaking a few moments of silence, her father asked me, "How can you be my daughter's classmate in a woman's college?"

There was nothing more we could do, Ravi and I, promptly got up and started for door.Even amidst the requests of the old couple to sit down, we rushed towards door mumbling something.

After that there was a two hours of silence between Ravi and me as we both were digesting the fatal facts.

Note: All the characters narrated in this incident are real, alive and living somewhere on this planet and while this incident happened they were all in Hyderabad.