Workplace

As I was sitting in my workplace without my laptop in the early morning of a hot summer day I was wondering how diverse people around us could be. What was I doing at workplace without my laptop and why would I day dream when I am supposed to be working? Well, I had just paid the price for being too curious and trying to may be act a little too smart and crack trial versions of softwares. I ended up with a laptop that would refuse to boot beyond a certain point and would just show me a blue screen decorated with an error thus needing immediate diagnosis and treatment. I guess I have always been interested in things I am never smart at. The time for which I would have to wait to get back my laptop was indeterminate, that meant I could keep goofing around as much as I wanted. I had already visited the coffee room twice and went around the building once. I missed my computer so much and felt as if I was retarded without it, atleast unable to browse the sites I usually would. When I was going on rounds I snatched an opportunity to get a glimpse of the styles in which people around me work. I can't help but mention about a guy who sits right across my room. Interestingly I have never seen him without some kind of junked food seated right next to him and that just explains his size. There is another guy who would have his eyeballs fixed at corner of his eyes, sitting with his back almost facing towards the open door but still noticing those who keep crossing his room and what they do when they do so. The guy to whom I have to report has the best nerdish looks and is probably almost of the same age as me. He deserves my special admiration because he is excited and inspired about his job and really enjoys doing it. I almost forgot to mention about those few who can be found in almost all organisations who keep mumbling and complaining about the company. Without these people the organisation would just fall apart. Though from different places and cultures, we still have a lot of things in common. It has taken me quite sometime to actually understand that people share common emotions and sentiments irrespective of where they may be from. I wonder if anybody would have found me, my style of working etc., interesting or may be weird and specified about me in their blogs. Whatever I might be to them, I am learning from each day at work from all the people around me what life is all about. ..and here I (learn to) blog..

Independence Day

It was an unusually cold evening in the month of July when I was sitting in a local park in San Rafael gazing at the sky. A crowd had already gathered and almost completely covered every inch of the lawn before we could steal a few inches for our backs to rest. But, we showed who we are-Indians. We managed to squeeze ourselves in a blanket which spread over a small patch of grass. The park was still pulling in more crowd, a few of whom were carrying the American flags in their hands as a mark of their patriotism. It was the fouth of July-America's Independence day. Being one of the very few days when crackers were burst in America, it was absolutely amuzing for the Americans, no wonder the park was populated more rapidly a few minutes before the big event which was supposed to last for 10 minutes was to begin. As I took a look around, I noticed a lot of Indians, which was not that surprising because the bay area climate was easiest to get acclimatized to for the people from my soil. I kept receiving a few signs right from when I entered the park which made me feel that my patriotic feelings were going to be aroused. I felt the park was populated beyond its capacity, a thought that I should have never imagined of having walked in the Ranganathan street almost every weekend, yet one of my favourite places in Chennai. Afterall the park still had a lot of space according to Indian standards. A music started to play which also marked the beginning of the bursting of the crackers. Because of the hype that was created about the crackers and the event, I was more keen in looking out for crackers which I have never ever seen before. Much to my disappointment there wasn't many but one. As the sky began to sparkle I started wondering and afterall I wouldn't have been that surprised if I was told that the crackers came from Sivakasi. The one special cracker that grabbed my attention was indeed a fascinating one that left the ground with a gentle loud thud and ended up glittering the sky and which was fired into the sky like an array of bullets. It actually reminded me of the way Baghdad was bombed killing a lot of civilians, which not just according to me was a mistake on the part of US. There are a lot of discontented people here who feel it was unnecessary. The Americans actually are a peaceful lot. They live their own lives unaware of the external world, some of them don't even know about other states in US. The act of bombing was more an act of protecting themselves. They probably felt that offense was the best form of defense. I am not sure how many more bin Ladens they have created as a result. I am not complaining, this is the land that is giving me food, clothing and shelter for now and I am grateful for whatever I receive. Maybe, I am a little bit jealous of these people or maybe I am just admiring them. I have never ever seen so many people gather to celebrate the Indian Independence. Ironically, I have seen crowds of greater volume than this only in political party meetings in India. I truly admire the way all the Americans left the park after those 10 minutes wearing the look of pride and satisfaction. Honestly, I had never felt this patriotic when I was in India. It is absolutely true that the value of anything is realized only when it is deprived from you. Americans can't burst crackers as they wish and when they like, they have to get the permission from the state governor to even create the sound of an explosion, but look what you can do in India. I am waiting for the day when Indians start to celebrate Independence day like any other festival and realize the values of freedom and understand what they have... Though I don't see that happening in the near future, I shall await the moment and until then.. here i blog.

Here I start writing my first ever post watching Germany play Italy in the semi final match of World cup 2006 as Germany missed a great opportunity to score in the second extra time. Not loving soccer or any other game as much as I do cricket, I am still wondering how to get started and what to write on. I wonder if anybody would even read or get anywhere close to reading my blogs. Before I even start to write, Italy rocked back scoring two goals within a minute and enter the finals. A moment to treasure as they deserved it and were playing great from the beginning. The decision to create and write my blog was nothing but for my own satisfaction. I am not really sure if my 'English' needs to be too good for this... but as long as it is understandable its ok. Whoever reads or replies doesn't really matter. I am not here to compete with anybody... whatever I scribble here is going to be my individual opinion about things and is not intended to hurt anybody if it does. A little bit of introduction about myself in my very first blog post seemed something appropriate to me, so here I go... Chennai based enthusiastic, adventure & fun loving, confused kid now goofing around in US on the pretext of ****************, but not really sure of what I want to become as I guess I am interested in doing too many things maybe at which I am not good enough. Looking back at my small past of 22 years I feel I have never been seriously involved in pursuing any profession.. not even programming in which I have worked for around 2 years. I believe you should love your work because thats what you will spend most of life doing. So I am just taking my own time to make what I consider the most important decision in my life. I admire those who have made their decision and have tasted early success, at least they know they are in the right direction. Ironically, most people work on something that is not realted to their education and others who don't like their jobs. I am not exactly worried about my future.. as there can be no reason why I should make a decision in haste and end up hating my job the rest of my life and grumbling each day before I leave to work. I am enjoying every minute of my life and thats my philosophy of life. I guess there is something called destiny and this was how my life was meant to be and it will have the final say. right now I sit back happy and here i blog...