Rain Rain come again

My mom was serving me dosa, and I was listening to my favorite music on the radio, sitting at my window pane. I could hear my neighbor yell atop of his car’s engine at his wife, who forgot to give his office file. Until the time she came, I could see the frustration building like a wave of tsunami on my neighbors face. To add some juice, a football that will not even get itself claimed for a sticker for the forthcoming world cup landed on the roof of the car. With the engine still, my neighbor broke out of his car yelling on a kid who will well qualify for a disinfectant or a soap advertisement with the loads of dirt that he had adorned himself. Honestly I admired the endurance and strength of my neighbor who could shout on a sunny day for almost 10 minutes non-stop without getting his larynx dried. He was chasing the kido, but just to realize that his tuxedo was getting covered by dust. In the meantime, his wife came out and was running behind his husband, to tell him that the car began to move as the engine and the gear were right enough to move on. Seeing this kido and his team, and of course me began laughing. The kido team could not resist, that they even began dancing. My neighbor was stopping the car from the engine side and was yelling at his wife who was attempting to get into the car, to make a desperate effort to stop it, I even wondered if I should call her the desperate house wife, with a smile, when my mother began yelling at me to stop the tap in the bathroom. With contempt I had to leave the scene and rush to stop the tap. As I did, I heard a sound, that was familiar because of its rhythm, and the energy it used to bring to me, ever since I was a child. As I banged the door of my bathroom, to trace the sound, I heard a much louder bang around. For a second I wondered if the desperate housewife’s desperate attempt to stop the car had caused her, all her husbands’ cash. But, when I collected my senses, I was drenched in joy before my thoughts rushed me to drench me in rain which I could not control imagining. As I rushed out of my home, I saw the my neighbor and his wife hugging each other inside their car , as the rain played rhythm on their cars top. My kido team did not mind the rain and continued their football and one of them pointed to my neighbor to see that the dirt mark on his car was getting erased as the rain poured down. My neighbor acknowledged the kid with a smile as he further tightened his hug on his wife. For a couple of minutes I could not stop thanking rain, for bringing in smiles, reducing tension, cleaning dirt – physical and mental, and on top of it bringing in happiness all around. What more I can ask for from Mother Nature on that then sunny Chennai morning, when I took off from work?

Blunder Thunder-Thunder Blunder

It makes me wonder,
Why people make a thunder out of any blunder,
Then I realized it’s the sound of that thunder that can cover up for any of their blunder,
Wish I was a kinder,
Seeing all these nonsense in wonder, and wander!

The Top 10

1. Most of the times in life, there will be a very special situation and another special situation that will make the initial situation more special or not.

2. It is worth to learn the hard way than the fraud way.

3. To be honest and fail in society is much better than to be otherwise to succeed in the society.

4. To be honest and fail in life will always be a lesson that can be shared with the society when you succeed.

5. Change is something that can change, despite the change if you remain unchanged then you are the change, who can change the world.

6. An outward smile can hide your confidence and an inward smile will give you more confidence.

7. Respect people the same way you want to be respected. Speak to people the same way you want to be spoken with.

8. Who said there can be no formula for living together? It simple be it in any species, its y=f(x), just that the limits of x is still unknown and probably the person who knows that we call GOD, and the values of y that comes out is what we call as FATE/DESTINY!

9. Every man should have atleast two women in his life. What is life without a challenge!

10. Speak when spoken.

Understood what Under Stood

It was another day at work and just then Akshay finished saying to his bus mate,'What man it’s the same s..t, another day!' And called Joe for a coffee at 15:00 hrs so that they can talk on the millionaire who was then a slum dog. Sashank was as usual relaxed and was sighing at Akshay, as he made the statement.

The day began as usual, and mails began to pour in.Ram was at his high, responding to mails impulsively, with a hand on his head.Cursing himself for having joined the company and added pepper to it by thinking, it would have been heavens had he moved to Uncle Sam!

Shekar, the office assistant who stood for a long time seeing Akshay’s action , begged his pardon and said, ‘Akshay ji, relax , you seem very much frustrated, there is nothing so much to worry in life, life will keep going and time will take care of everything’. This statement made Akshay to get on his nerves and say, ‘Get out you old Fakir’. Shekar went out politely and said to Kapoor his commerade that, ‘Akshay ji just called him Mahatma Gandhi, with a smile and sat on his stool’.

The time was half past 11 and Akshay’s mobile phone rang. Akshay generally hates answering to unknown numbers and with a frown he decided to shout at whoever is on the other end. Since it was 10^th time that number flashed on his mobile, within a span of 10 minutes.

Akshay heard a hoarse voice that wanted to confirm his name by asking, ‘It is Akshay? In a local slang’.

Akshay, responded, ‘yes, what the hell do you want, are you any credit card company , I don’t want you …..,if not tell what do you want, I am going for a meeting’.

The hoarse voice asked , ‘Do you know Param?’

Akshay said, ‘Yes, he was my college mate, what’s to him?’

The hoarse voice said, ‘He is lying on the road near the toll plaza near Helical electronic city without any consciousness, your number is the first in his mobile and can you come immediately’.

Akshay latently responded, ‘What happened, is he OK, please call a ambulance and added that he is in the other end of the city’ and the phone got cut.

Akshay ran cold for a moment and cursed himself for not picking the phone all the while and recalled the worst fight he had with Param during the college days despite Param being his neighbour.

Akshay ran helpless and he called up his parents and asked them to visit Param’s house and call up to confirm if it was Param who was lying unconscious or it was a prank.

Thirty minutes later, a road traffic constable called up Akshay from the same number and informed that Param is taken to the hospital.

Akshay always envied Param, since Param went to Uncle Sam for his higher edu, had a ford, earned a big cheque, owned a house and most importantly had a girl friend.

However, Akshay, rightly surpassed his ego and Freudian thoughts, and rang up his father and told him to rush to Parvathi hospital where Param, was taken to.

After an hour it was learnt that Param was already dead!

Akshay couldn’t control his tears and felt helpless. Shekar came in and asked what happened? Akshay shared the whole incident.

70-year-ol Shekar politely then said, never envy, anger is the cause of all misery, never ignore anyone, for someone you will be the world and in world you will be just some one, Akshay ji. He further said the famous history of what Alexander the great told his courtsmen, ‘ Ensure that my hand is outside my coffin, the world will then know even Alexander who conquered everything , took nothing in his hand when he died’.

That moment Akshay understood what under stood for every human rather every living being .

Hi Guys...
Just realized anything thats good needs to be shared and have got into a phase of paraphrasing,and here we go:

"We must not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time."*

*Courtesy:T. S. Eliot ( from 7 principles of highly effective men by Steven R Covey)
The book was recommended to me by my bada dosth - Prathap

HOW OFTEN YOU STAND IN THE MID OF CROSS ROADS?

It is a well known trick of time, that each one needs to reach a cross road to make a choice between what one wants and what is offered. Interestingly not just the residents around Ashok Pillar, but also every single person trying to reach: Vadapalani, Saidapet, K.K.Nagar and Ashok Nagar perse is tested by the trick of time everyday.

A commoner, who is destined to go to Vadapalani from Guindy, would first reach the signal next to the BSNL office in Ashok Nagar. It’s from there the real nightmare starts for any driver and gives an adrenaline rush for the passengers. Considering the probability that the driver chooses to drive along the lane adjacent to the RTO office and the rehabilitation centre, upon reaching the next junction adjacent to Udhyam theatre, needs to traverse the road in a very crude manner to reach the left turn that would lead to Vadapalani. In this journey between BSNL office and the left turn next to Ashok Pillar post office , the driver needs to by pass vehicles destined to K.K.Nagar that cruise the roads diagonally just opposite to the rehabilitation centre. If still with life, then the driver’s next challenge would be to confront vehicles destined to Saidapet traversing opposite to Udhayam theatre. If still alive, then the drive continues towards the destination – Vadapalani.

Such a chaotic traffic regulation has screwed the life of pedestrians. It is now impossible for children, women and the geriatric population to cross the roads. The other day the traffic police was caught between the traffic and upon crossing the road his body language clearly showed a dismay in the new traffic regulation.

Change is the only thing that keeps changing, but it is to be noted that changes at the cost of life is not a very positive change.

As a resident utilizing this road zone, I would like to make an appeal to the traffic authorities to make changes that can succor a fear free commutation with lesser adrenaline rush.

The residents and the consumers of this cross road will wait with crossed fingers for an appropriate action at the earliest!!

BEND IT LIKE-INDIA

Bend It like INDIA

Hey you slaves wipe my shoe,

Stitch my shirt and wash the loo,

Who are you and why do you talk,

One more word and you won’t walk,

Pay the tax and work with axe,

‘No’ to tax and you are killed with the axe,

Taste the opium and give me spice,

You can live the life so nice,

If you say no, pay the price,

Only porridge and no more rice,

Who are they?

Who are they?

Let us fight, it’s our land,

Mangal Pandey plotted a plan,

Flop was the mutiny and happy was John,

It was not the destiny, though Mangal’s plans were gone,

Spread like fire, and raise up my dear,

Chuck out the fear, get ready for the battle that’s near,

Galloped the horses of Jhansi ki rani,

Who kissed death and remains our desh ki rani,

Give them a taste of their own medicine,

But show John what’s Indian tradition,

Join hands,

To drive them off Indian sands,

Came in Bapu and there was chacha,

Who said: let’s not fight, let’s not fight!

You can speak, you can write,

If they ask- show your might,

Divide and rule, divide and rule,

Gone were the thoughts of the British school,

Quit India, Quit India!

From north to south, east to west,

Was the chant,

With every pant,

A march in March…

The Dandi march,

To make the salt of our own,

While unity amongst Indians was getting honed,

Bose decided for Azad Hind,

Considered that’s the only way to proclaim Jai-Hind,

After the reign of Mountbatten,

The Britishers could no longer pass on the batten,

Oh my god! Oh my god! Thank them all in this Fall,

For helping us all to smile and stroll,

She is sixty, yet so young,

Sixty times sixty still she will be young,

Stand up still,

Like a hill,

Truth alone triumphs!!!

So Bend it like India.

_

2007 + 2020 < 1950

Hello Jack, so are all set for you to get back to the US of A this week?? Tell me how was your stay? Did you like India?

Yeah, dude I am flying to Cal this week, and undoubtedly Indians are the best in the world …Brains and very very loveable….but sorry to say this Kumar India….hmmmmmm not as good as Indians!

Kumar was startled a bit, though not a surprise answer. This made Kumar to introspect and this was what he came out with:

2007 – Loaded with technology in every thing around , advanced state-of-art medical care (only for the affluent but still...), terrific economic boom, control of inflation, development of indigenous rockets, satellites, some of the best think tanks, poverty, racial discrimination, imbalance in the education for all system, unworked roads, development of the creamy layer, rapidly growing AIDS population, a turmoil struck youth population caught between western and Indian tradition, unemployment , aging population , lack of visionaries.

2020- India the super power (But in what?? For what?)

1950- The year India became a people’s republic. India was much more clean and serene, lesser amount of diseases, contended people, think tanks (including noble laureates and India had Mahatmas that the world looked upon), lesser technology but still everything was under control and people were much HAPPY .

So---------- is it not 2007 + 2020 < 1950

What if we have the brains of 2007 with the heart that pumps the blood of 1950 within us so that by 2020 we become the world’s happiest nation which would still envy any nation around the world?

2007+1950 = 2020

So will this mathematics be right ???????????

ArunZulu © 2007

One smile and thats all it takes........


'What if we cross a human student with an alien..??' Will it be a species from another UNIVERSE-ity?

If you thought that was funny then you must have : a.smiled or b.laughed .Did you realise that for you to express this behavior your brain needed to do a complex process .However,this complex process makes so many other worldly processes to become simple.

Whatever you do you get it back? Is it not? What is the most instant thing you can do and get it back, and whatever you did was worth a life time investment? Guesses??

Its SMILE.... :) Smile .a Mile everyday . Here is a short fiction on how smile can make a difference.

“Good morning Professor!”…said Priya , a third year post graduate student at - school of economics, University of Madras.

“….Morning…”...said Prof.Gupta (popularly known as Gup amongst students) still with a stern face even after getting the lifetime achievement award for his contributions to Economics …….

“Huh….this Prof is a nerd……he cant reply back properly….” Priya said with her hands giving her forehead a slap and looked at Meera.

‘What you want him to do… hug and say oh! My sweety, have a great day is it?’ chuckled Meera

“Shut up Meera, enough of your ‘mokkai’ jokes vokies…cant that Gup even smile… …I don’t know Meera how his wife and children put up with him”

‘Hey, listen Prof.Gup never likes his students smiling and remember he is our placement officer and for heaven sake don’t pass comments he can ruin our lifes at the placements..’said Meera as she hit Priya with her elbow.

As they spoke, the girls were heading to the campus placement office, with a pile of photocopies that was enough to cover their faces, as both Priya and Meera wanted to submit their resumes before they sat for a marathon combined study at Bramaputra, the famous girl’s hostel of the University. Meera was a studious and a charming girl who was always popular for her academic knowledge while Priya was popular amongst all for other reasons, specially the boys for she just won the Miss .beautiful smile of the campus.

‘It’s already dinner time and what are you doing Meeru???’...asked Priya

“Your smile is so graceful…and its not letting me peaceful… you are so beautiful….shall we join hands to make life meaningful”….. were the encrypted scripts that Shyam a first year undergrad student gave to Priya three days ago.Meera pulled it out of Priya’s suitcase and was bullying her , with her one eye still scanning the pages of international business management.

‘Hey…Meeru …will you please close it and come for dinner??’

‘I cannot starve and go with a rotten face for tomorrows campus interviews and its East& West finance solutions coming and I cant afford to goof on it ’…..Meera said , and was already putting her chappals.. ‘ do you realize we haven’t even studied for the interviews , better put those cheapo letters down and rush down to the mess’ and Priya vanished like a lightning.

‘Why you never turned out for the dinner…..Meeruu?’

‘I was reading Priya…..you were right East& West are big names in our field and it takes a lot to get in ’said Meera as she was geared upto burn the midnight oil at the expense of her dinner.

‘Oh...my god so you are not going to eat….hmmm….do whatever you want. Goodnight and get Gup in your dreams....’ said Priya and the prodigal room mate jumped on to her bed and draped her with a beautiful bed sheet her brother got from Shangai.

It was the D-Day and the placement office was buzzing with sound and abruptly snapped to silence when Prof.Gupta entered the office.It was 10:00 and Meera was called in. She knew its going to be Prof.Gupta who will be there in the panel and she made sure she did not smile or did any other gesture that would annoy him. She waited for him to give the signal for her to sit.

‘What’s the fiscal year growth of ………….’ asked Mr. Ram the recruitment officer for East&West. After a mind blowing Q&A sessions Meera cam out and was all happy with her performance. She warned Priya on how she must conduct herself in front of the panel as Gup was sitting in it. The clock ticked 11:05, and next to get in was Priya. She knew she will get the job even though she has not prepared the previous night and she said to herself….. ‘Conduct yourself properly and you become manager Ms.Priya….’ and smiled to herself before she entered the interview room.

Results were out by 5:00 in the evening and except for Priya all others goofed including the academically bright Meera.

‘Guess what made us to choose Ms.Priya, for this position?’ asked Mr. Ram.

She was the only person who smiled and had a pleasing gesture at the right time and that’s important for any manager, and others do smile and have a pleasing appearance when you go in for interviews.

So guys , it jus take 5 pair of muscles for us to smile and it can make a lot of difference to our lives as well to others.

Areeeeeeeeeeeeeey ...smile please......

ArunZulu © 2007

ADVISE NEURON ..... :)

It was 1980; Carren saw the first tube light of his life soon after landing on mother earth and cried for almost 4 hrs and the doctors were happy to see him as much as his parents.

‘John, we must send Carren to IIT, and he must bring laurels to our family’ said Annie.

Annie was just getting accustomed to her new role as a grandma for Carren and she was clearly overreacting with her son John. John, couldn’t react much as he was still rejoicing himself as a proud father, and kissed Maria on her forehead and said:

‘Maria, Carren is a precious child we must do everything so that he gets into Harvard when he is 22’

‘I feel he must make it to IIM and become a big business man like my father’ said Maria.

Still whipping of the meconium and the witches milk of Carren, the nurse entered with a sigh driving away every single occupant of that room except for Maria, whose eyes were still filled with tears.

It was already 18:00 hrs and John was loaded with wishes and a whole bunch of his colleagues came to visit him in person at the St.Pauls hospital. One of his colleagues who got just promoted as a father recommended John on the Do’s and Don’ts of fatherhood.

‘Get the hell out of here and I know what to do for my son, you…..’John told at the back of his mind.

Three days later the latest entrant to the D’Souza family, Carren D’Souza was welcomed into his house. As soon as the family entered a whole bunch of neighbors entered to say ‘Hi’ to the little one and started to place their recommendations to Maria: from how to feed the baby to how to wipe the ass. There was one who even went on to say how to cuddle and have sex with ones partner post-delivery and already Maria was getting furious.

However, she managed a smile and chucked the jobless creatures out of the D’Souzas and shut the door as if she wanted to hammer them bang on their heads.

Three years passed and Carren was a vibrant toddler, and there came Uncle Sam.

‘John, its time to send Carren to Montfort…’

‘No, John send him to St.Domincs…..’ said John’s aunty Patricia.

‘Uncle……..my god……St.Domincs and Montfort are godforsaken, you want Carren to be a bookworm , these schools do not have a play ground and they seldom allow time for extra-curricular. …better send him to the Doon’ said the anxious 6^th grader Michelle, Carrens cousin. By the time this was over Maria and John were dumb struck!!!! And John whispered to Maria….. ‘Better ask your relatives to get out of this place soon, and I know where to send my son’, that was already running at the back of Marias head as well.

Finally Carren was sent to St.Bedes as there was a strong recommendation sent across to John by: his father, mother, his grandparents, mother-in-law, father-in-law, brother-in-law …….and every Tom, Dick and Harry including Kumari (who works for the D’Souzas as their maid since the time she was eleven)

Days went by and Carren had to take his tenth standard public exam, and when asked what he wants to do after school…he promptly answered… ‘I want to become a pilot’….

Maria and John were already perplexed as their dream of sending Carren to IIT and Harvard seemed a washout. However, they did not show it out and let Carren finish his exams.

‘What group you want to take in your 11^th standard Carren?’ asked John

‘I want to take the commerce group. Dad’

‘What…………..?’ John stared at Maria not knowing what to answer.

‘Carren…I thought you wanted to become a pilot. But how do you think a commerce graduate can make it to the MIG’s?’

‘No dad, I think I am not that kind, I was speaking with Krishna Uncle, you remember the owner of Proton technologies and a big business man and he advised me on what to do after my 10^th standard and it sounded great to own a company and mint money when I am 25yrs…doesn’t that sound fabulous dad..??????’

Maria and John were zapped and John commented…. ‘Who the……is Krishna to advise Carren..? This dumbo is carried away and making wired decisions!’

Time passed by and the exam time table read - Economics in his model tests …and Carren was already hating economic theories and was realizing he made a mess of things…..and said to himself:

‘Einstein guy is better than this ……’ and said ‘I must be driving those Sukoi’s and not these looong craapy theories of economics’

With a sigh; he started to work on those knot theories.

It was the end of Carrens school life and as always, the D’Souzas was filled with every other person on earth to advise where Carren should go next for his education. Every place from the Gangaram College to Harvard was suggested and one of them even went on to say….Carren is smart he doesn’t even need a higher education he can start his company right away!

After careful planning and foreseeing Carren was sent to the prestigious School of Commerce within the University of Madras, Marina campus. Carren, left for his sophomore years and was already bullied by his seniors asking him why the…..he choose to come to this place! Enough was said for Carren to go mad and re-think whether his decisions were right and he had to retort to one of his professors.

Hmmmmm……..the Prof. was even worse and he loaded Carren with so many advise that Carren wanted to shout at the top of his voice……

‘Get lost all you……….. I know what I want and will get what I want.’

Hahahahaha…I am sure most of us would have seen and undergone at least one of these. I just thought how come no body on earth always think twice when they want to give: a blood donation, money to the poor, give time to serve the ailing, give hand to lift someone who was just hit by a bicycle, give their opinion on a major crisis that can ruin the country but give loads and tons of advices uninhibited even when not asked????

Is there an ADVISE NEURON???? I am sure there is and you know what it’s the only neuron that can never think especially when downloading its contents at the expense of others time, money and whatever.

If I find out the exact location of this ADVISE NEURON……… guys trust me I will make every effort to re-engineer it so that it can think and will download its contents only when its needed.

Advise me how I can find out the ADVISE NEURON……oh my god what am I asking for!!!!

© ArunZulu 2007

This is how we feel……. But how is that?????

It was six in the evening and it was already drizzling. Turiya was at the coffee shop listening to-‘One love…..’ and patiently waiting for her boyfriend Pradyumna to arrive. With a sip of cappuccino Turiya glanced at Pradyumna who came late as usual.

‘I am sorry…..sweety…so soorryyyyy….’

‘Get lost…….’

Pradyumna had to tell a whole story (it would have been easy for him to have convinced the Devils advocate hahahaha …!) before he was permitted to sit next to her. Finally, the exhausted hero sat and hugged her , and said… ‘Oh my dear. Why fear. When I am here....’and that very moment Turiya’s emotions changed .She felt the warmth and they started to romance.

It was ten in the night the current went off and Malgudi was already seeing its routine November thunderstorm. Next day, was Malar’s (Pradyumna’s sister) board exams and she has to get her school uniforms from the laundry. She was totally upset, agitated, loosing her confidence as she is yet to give her final revision and tears were rolling down her cheek. Pradyumna sat next to Malar and hugged her to say... ‘Oh my dear. Why fear. When I am here....’.That very moment Malar was able to smile. Her emotions changed and she felt confident.

This is a story you would have seen, experienced and is nothing new about it. But did you realize it was the same action-Pradyumna hugging Turiya and Malar and he used the same words: ‘Oh my dear. Why fear. When I am here....’.The outcome was change of emotion but the feel experienced by Malar and Turiya were different altogether. Though we understand that the relationship Pradyumna shares with Malar and Turya are different: Have you ever felt what makes us to feel what we feel and what changes make us to alter the feel we feel?

The answer is simple: it’s the neural machine-Brain that does the whole jaal. It can discriminate enormous variety of events that happen in the environment .Every event is received as a continuous stream of information by the receptors and is transferred to certain defined zones within the neural machine. These information’s are then transferred into perceptions (some of which are stored in memory for future reference) and then into appropriate behavioral responses. All of this is accomplished by the brain using nerve cells and connections between them. It’s these connections that make us feel what we feel.

Hot glass looks same as cold glass. - Cunino's Law of Burnt Fingers!

© ArunZulu 2007

How come everyone loves U?

When it is a question of money, everybody is of the same religion. If money can be loved by all, is there way it can bring people of various religions together? Can that be a factor that can seal the narrowed (cracky) minds of great nations and help the future generation a war free world?

Since, the time of blue green algae every living form has evolved only because of a positive reward. A simple paradigm is migration of organisms from the depth of oceans into the landscapes. The primary reason for this action would have undoubtedly been a positive reward-i.e. food. In this process a number of new organisms evolved and they began to thrive together. This success within the ever extending stick of evolution is exponentially achieved by sharing and by a primary factor that every single organism loves to do, have. If food had been this primary factor that was loved and wished to be possessed by all lower form of organisms, its money that the supposed to be highly evolved sapiens wish.

If we undermine the basis of evolution, it runs in great synchrony with some fantastic neologic thinking like the game theory, prisoner’s dilemma and so on. When a reward was shared and was seeked, with a healthy motto then the stick of evolution kept extending. The growth was continuous.

‘Is there any other form of organism that outsmarts us? Possible? In future…? Or never??’

If u had answered no, not possible, or never or at least one out of the possible three then think…….. Why did the evolution stick stop growing? Is there a way we can help it be continuous? *

Let’s retrospect now: the process of evolution was always continuous when the organisms were functioning together and a primary factor keeping them threaded. In today’s world there is so much of pain, poverty, hunger due to war and terrorism in the name of religion. Is this is all for religion that each one loves or for the common reward –money that each of us get? A survey would rather have a statistically significant number saying money. If money is something that everyone loves to have and work with then why can’t it be used as a thread in bringing peace and happiness in the world? There are people who don’t love their mother, father, friends, nation, pets but its very rare in this pragmatic world to find someone who wont love money. When there is love there should be peace, is it not?

Hey, money-How come everyone loves you? Teach the technique please…..

*My friend Paiya (name masked) put forth that question in our last weeks meeting.

© ArunZulu 2007