Bliss... Determination......confusion.........What?

..........err yet again am here ... after a long long time.... I was on of these yet another networking portals wandering absolutely like a nomad, no goals, no aims, no destination either. I go to a profile and suddenly stumble upon a neat blog.... and yet again my alter ego .. the so called "writer" popped up saying "Hey wassup dude... you havent chalked anything for long long time?" So here I am. Can I call it a stint of inspiration?
..hmmm I am just thinking of scribbling down on my own e-pad a few thoughts of mine. Recently had been watching a repeat telecast of a music show where in one of the best singers that the country has produced ever Dr. S.P. Balasubramaniam broached another musical genius Dr. Ilayaraja. The former calls the latter "Sangeeta Raakshasa" a Musical Demon. Well I personally feel that anyone ever listened to Ilayaraja must and should second SP's opinion. What an amazing musician!!!
Remember that song "naguva nayana madhura mouna...." or "nagu endide manjinaaa hoovu..." from one of those written off movies "Pallavi Anupallavi" made by yet another cinematic genius Maniratnam. Woah!! it just blows off my head. Those are what I call ever lasting compostions .... to the eternity. I remember of a collegue talking to me about Ilayaraja a couple of years ago. This collegue of mine is around 50ish... says had been to one of the recordings of Ilayaraja. He says that this musical genius comes into the studio with hand written hand outs of the notes and hands it over to 50 odd musicians and then starts recording. He stops the recording abruptly and calls out for a violinist on the last row and says "Appu you are not playing right my man" ......yeah that's amongst 50 odd musicians playing all the instruments simultaneously. Can any one deny with this man being a Musical Genius? Its an obvious taken for granted fact that the music that he composes is one of the best. Isnt that just BLISS?
A couple of weeks back on a balmy sunday morning .... just out of the bed I switched on the idiot box....and started surfing through those absolutely stupid channels.... I saw one of my favourite and one those innumerable Theater Geniuses Mr. Prakash Belawadi all dressed smartly with another gentleman Vedam Jaishankar on a talk show. I stalled. I found that they were talking to one of those normally pretty looking woman. I followed the conversation and found that her name was Malini Prasad and she happens to be an IIM post grad working for one of those stalwarts of the organisations who also help the globe to sustain the economic world. Finance.....freak show, the toughest I found probably. This conversation led to music. I got more engrossed in the conversation. This lady is a god damn professional trained classical singer. I was taken aback for a while. Cmon, man where the hell in the world did she find time to practise music in her busy schedule. Well, yeah, she has been doing that for 14 years of her life. Yes, ofcourse this woman does have a brand name now the IIM, well she says that it's great to have that tag on the forehead of her resume albeit she would be even more happier if she had a brand name of IIM, Indian Institute of Music. Now, That's what I call DETERMINATION.
Well, time for introspection, also retrospection, I've been so called "in & out" of the theatre. I dont know if I've to douse the fire that is within yielding to the societal dominance over me, or should i quench the thirst of getting there? Should I go on to become what I aspire to become when it comes the realistic world of whom I call the fools?? I will also have a post grad degree in Marketing and IT in sometime. But does that really help the thirst of the intellect?? Do I have to pursue my art?? Do I have to pursue my ambition and make it big in the matrialistic world... Can I call that CONFUSION? let me debate within myself .. will get back with more soon
Hasta La Victoria Siempre
Adieos
Obrigado
Your's Truly
Phaedrus

Remember this.......The India's Own Fantasy town Malgudi

.........................I was just thinking .......what men can do to leave something back in the minds of the common men ..... imagine if R.K.Narayan never wrote the Malgudi Days ? Imagine if R.K.Laxman never cartooned these pics ? Imagine if Shankranna never made this film..... Inspite of all those knick-knacks about where the best directors come from .....bollywood or the south...... no one would deny giving credit to Late Shankar Nag or Late R.K.Narayan for the accomplishment of the Malgudi Days........ Prbobably there would be a few and whom you would meet seldom who would ever say that they dont remember the Malgudi Days if they ever watched the DoorDarshan in the dawn of the Television era in India. Wish these Men of Honor Live for ever physically although they would live to eternity through their work.....

Hat's Off Gentlemen

Adios

.........what a life ...........what a city.....Diversity in a Diverse City

..... been longing to write a few things from quite some time, found no time, found no enthusiasm. Don't know if this would be the state of life for a long time persisting through the existence. Well a few things happened in the last week which did actually kind of shook me from normal....... after all normal is boring.
I was just thinking about a few things that happened the last week in the city I live in. The once so called paradise, garden city, etc ... Quoting this kind of an incident may portray me to be xenophobe or a man of very low tolerance. But it does leave a dent. Getting digressed... huh...
The north indian family down my street some time back in the last week celebrated the birthday of their kid. God Bless the kid... atleast the kid with some common sense and some civic sense when it grows up to be an adult. These folks quite affluent who could probably afford a party hall never did that instead they chose to block the entire street at their surrounding with a temporary tent fixtures to celebrate. Imagine a whole part of the road being blocked, people from one side aren't able to move to the other side...... a whole lot of vehicles of the guests parked in front of every gate. A few of them right in front of my gate as well. I asked a man if he thought my place was a parking lot...... he answered in a very careless manner "cmon yaar...chalta hain todi der mein nikaal doonga" I was aghast the way he gave it back to me. I continued further.... what if I need to go out?.....says he " doosra gate hai na use karlo yaar". It pissed me off. The first thing is that some one trespassing your property, the second thing being the atrocious manner of answering with out any remorse or a sense of apology. Eventually, it took some harsh words from my end to get the vehicles moved. For all these are the people who complain about the infrastructure in my city who don't even have the least civic sense of living in a society. I had head on with the head of the family which celebrated the birthday of the kid a couple of days later..... I accosted him and queried did he find it right what they did? The same careless manner of answering comes out " to kya? hamaare yaha aise hi hota hai" and he walks off... .... man is this some place to live???? is this some kind of behaviour that one exhibits? god alone knows.....
But there was something happened just the previous week which made me feel proud that i am actually living such a diverse city..... I was working up that weekend. It was a saturday and I was doing an all night shift at the office. My friend Suraj comes up to me and says " bartiya maga ulsoorge hog barona?" I was confused as to what this guy wants to do in the grave hours of night on a saturday in ulsoor? I asked him "en maadakke?" He said today its "Ulsoor Pallakki" . Born and brought up in this city I had never heard of this thing. I asked him what it was all about. He informed me that there were a whole lot of gods and godesses were taken on a procession and people from near by villages bring the gods of their place to assemble at one temple called the "Someshwara Devasthana". Apparently the legend is that it is an occasion of wedding of two gods. Hence there is a groom's side procession and there is bride's party of procession coming from the opposite directions and meet at one place to celebrate the Marriage of the Gods. Here I accompany Suraj and I am amazed . There is a pretty tight police security, a whole lot of policemen alert, one of the main streets of the city that connects to the M.G.Road is totally blocked. folks from villages are selling their goods right in the middle of the street. People are intoxicated and dancing away to glory to please their Gods. They've broken all thresholds of enjoyment. The police is there only to maintain the peace harmony and tranquility. The men are sweating. Their shirts are sticking to their bodies. They dont seem to be bothered. They just throw themselves to the pool of enjoyment. It was truly an experience. Amazing!!!!!!!!!
The next day I woke up sometime in the evening and I see i had missed a call. It was from an old friend. I call him back and talk to him. Casually ask him what his plans were for the weekend. He says "it's sunday maga... no plan, I had a blast yesterday" I asked him what he did? says he " Maga I was totally intoxicated, absolutely out of my senses and then we all hit a discotheque and danced my heart out. Man I was sweating like crazy. My shirt stuck to my body....I was stinking when I left the place".He says "It was truly an experience".
I just started wondering about different class of people. Here was a techie who earns really good who is also intoxicated, who is also drained his sweat by dancing to some kind of a trance music. Also there are whole lot of other people out there who are also intoxicate, who also drained their sweat out dancing to the tuned of local trumpets and drums to be more accurate the "ding chack ding chack" music and dance on the same saturday night in the same city almost close to one another. Should I say is this what you call "Diversity in Diverse City" .
Then the only thing that was running on the back of my mind was "Ye Jo hain Zindagi, Ye hi to hain Zindagi"

Time to go ....will be back with some more crap later

Adieos Ameegos

Vineeta Singh takes Rs 1 Crore

........Am back yet again.... on this seldom balmy rather hot fore summer day of January to drive my sleep away following which I need to take nose dive back into my mundane work. Well just now this news hit me once again after a few days as was just going through one of those worthless magazines in the office. Vineeta Singh takes the highest ever salary of Rs. 1 Crore that an Indian Management Institute has witnessed. Brilliant!!! I said to myself. This lady is just in the fore noon of her twenty's and what an achievement. kudos woman. Well there do you see why there is a reason that no one wants to be a history professor? I guess off late this attitude has crept into people that their effort persistently and perennially is to become an inveterate money maker. I concede that money is absolutely essential to live a life but it is not mandatory after all. Anyways if this is the trend I fear that there would be a day to come where my kids wont have a history professor to tell him what happened the previous day or an Science teacher to tell me him what are micro organisms and what's the difference between a micro organism and and an unicellular organism. Come what may " you have to be a consistent billion maker for your existence on the face of earth or you will perish"
he would be thought at school. What a dreadful thought.... alas my mind doesn't remain always sane.....but this thought could well come through good.

Recently I was here in the office during an anomalous graveyard working hours and talking to one of my agents while having a break. He is just 20 years of age. The conversation was something as below

Me: Hey what's your age man?
Agent: 20
Me: How come you have started working so early in life?(thinking of some crisis endured at his home)
A: I want to make money.
M: what does your Dad do?
A: He works for the income tax department.
M: Then why would you want to earn?
A: I want to buy a pulsar for myself. You know all my friends have bikes earned out of their own money.
(Lightening struck me. I was dumbfounded)

M: What happens to you education man?
A: Let's see. It isn't necessary for me to be educated after all.

Lightening struck me again. There was a crack on my scalp. I left and said to myself what the hell would you be telling your kids what to do in life?Another revolutionary money maker.
I keep wondering was it the same way how my parents lived their youth? Were the relentlessly struggling their whole life to just earn money?

What a shame todays world of money makers put humanism into? There isn't equality of humans by the virtue of humanity. Obviously the best earned are the most humane!!!
But is this for what the kids are being brought in an environment that is most hostile to the beautiful life out there in the beautiful world. Has any kid been invoked with a passion of being a fundamental researcher or an archaeologist or a historian or a musician for a matter of fact. Recently I was talking to my sister's kid who studies in Grade IV. I asked him what do you want to grow up to be? says he Software Engineer ....... my eyebrows raised instantly..... probed more into him why he wanted to do that. says he again "big car togobeku"(i want buy a big car)
And as usual my ghosts of thoughts started haunting me - Am I being anachronistic? it all seemed more like a insolvable knot of network. I definitely know he wouldn't be able to say that to me all by himself. As i said if that has to be the mantra for his existence that has been shoved down his throat rather shoved up his brain by his folks it better be true, again am i being anachronistic? again while i am doing this my thoughts get back to Vineeta Singh, is that one crore of rupees that she earns is an achievement of her life.... soon she would be lost in the world of corporate jungle, of course a few like me who collect these kinda obscure facts would still remember her but who else? alas the biggest irony of this blog is that I myself am pursuing an PGDM degree..... 1000 profound apologies..... yet again i came across one more of my kinds and ended up in a conversation ....says he he's doing his MBA to earn more money.... sounds like "apna sapna money money" what ever happened to those hard core civil services aspirants amongst us..... is there still a dearth of the talent for the national pool of resources??? why aren't our people other than the money makers being recognized globally...... (hope they are atleast recognized locally). I dont know what the world around me is going to? would there be a day ever when the folks would tell their kids to enjoy life.... enjoy the beautiful world ever again like before. Would there ever be a care free world to live life to the fullest?? well I still dream of better days....

will write back soon again

Hasta La Victoria Siempre

Obrigado

Arrivederci