The feeling isnt good,
No thirst for water,
And no hunger for food.
Sight loses color,
Nothing's music to the ears,
There's no reason to live,
And I am counting my years.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
A Story
"Monsieur Jacques...umm...Sargon Corporation?"
"Ya, that's the one"
" Sorry to keep you waiting Monsieur Jacques...you may go to studio 5. Over there."
"thank you"
He started walking in the direction she had pointed. It was a large hall with make shift partitions that were being used as photography studios. In each of them, there were various backdrops, large lights, reflecting screens and cameras. The photographers, young men and women in their twenties, were busy taking their shots and shouting out instructions to the models. Other assistants were running around carrying papers to and from the studios. IN the far corner was a cabin with wooden paneling and tinted glass. It looked quite different from the surrounding. On the door was engraved a name: Nikolas Johann. It sounded surprisingly familiar. He was sure that he had heard the name somewhere.
He looked up: Studio no. 5. There. He entered inside. The photographer in this studio was a young lady, slim, fair, with long flowing jet-black hair, beautiful eyes, and a smile that could hypnotize anyone who looked at it. She appeared to be in her early twenties, about the same age as his. She was casually dressed, with light beige cotton trousers and a knee length maroon top. It was not designer wear, but it looked great on her. He was stunned and stood there motionless looking at her. His thoughts raced faster than time. Was this the girl he had been waiting for all his life?
She seemed to be saying something to him but he could hear nothing. He felt a light tap on his shoulder.
"Monsieur Jacques...are you ok?" She was carrying a notepad in her hand.
"Oh...oh yes..I....I was just lost in my thoughts"
"You seem to be anxious. Dont worry. You look new to this place...."
There was a magic in her voice. It had the air of friendliness that was rare to be found these days. And she was speaking with a stranger with such ease as if they had known each other for years. She pointed to the desk in front of the camera. He went and sat down. She handed him a mirror. He did not take it and instead looked up and asked her.
"Do I look ok Miss...."
"Ms. Jacqueline...and you look good..except for a missing smile."
He was dying to hear her voice. He repeated her lines in his mind and made an effort to smile.
-Click-
The photo was taken. And in a moment he would be out of that place. But he did not want to go. He only a wanted a few more minutes to talk to her.
"Excuse me, are you one of the partners who own the studio?" There was a look of surprise on her face. And a mild laughter. It looked even more beautiful.
"No....what makes you think so?"
"Errrr...nothing"
"I have just joined here. This place has a lot of traffic and gives good experience. I hope to start my own studio some day. By the way, Director Johann has asked you to meet him in his room, the one in the corner. Good day, Monsieur Jacques"
Those few moments seemed like eternity. He continued to look at her. Then with a smile, he turned and walked away.
She had taken his photo on a film. But her picture had been etched in his memory for ever.
-----
Adapted from "Peoples and Characters" - a collection of true stories by Vladimir "Ally" Kavolski.
"Ya, that's the one"
" Sorry to keep you waiting Monsieur Jacques...you may go to studio 5. Over there."
"thank you"
He started walking in the direction she had pointed. It was a large hall with make shift partitions that were being used as photography studios. In each of them, there were various backdrops, large lights, reflecting screens and cameras. The photographers, young men and women in their twenties, were busy taking their shots and shouting out instructions to the models. Other assistants were running around carrying papers to and from the studios. IN the far corner was a cabin with wooden paneling and tinted glass. It looked quite different from the surrounding. On the door was engraved a name: Nikolas Johann. It sounded surprisingly familiar. He was sure that he had heard the name somewhere.
He looked up: Studio no. 5. There. He entered inside. The photographer in this studio was a young lady, slim, fair, with long flowing jet-black hair, beautiful eyes, and a smile that could hypnotize anyone who looked at it. She appeared to be in her early twenties, about the same age as his. She was casually dressed, with light beige cotton trousers and a knee length maroon top. It was not designer wear, but it looked great on her. He was stunned and stood there motionless looking at her. His thoughts raced faster than time. Was this the girl he had been waiting for all his life?
She seemed to be saying something to him but he could hear nothing. He felt a light tap on his shoulder.
"Monsieur Jacques...are you ok?" She was carrying a notepad in her hand.
"Oh...oh yes..I....I was just lost in my thoughts"
"You seem to be anxious. Dont worry. You look new to this place...."
There was a magic in her voice. It had the air of friendliness that was rare to be found these days. And she was speaking with a stranger with such ease as if they had known each other for years. She pointed to the desk in front of the camera. He went and sat down. She handed him a mirror. He did not take it and instead looked up and asked her.
"Do I look ok Miss...."
"Ms. Jacqueline...and you look good..except for a missing smile."
He was dying to hear her voice. He repeated her lines in his mind and made an effort to smile.
-Click-
The photo was taken. And in a moment he would be out of that place. But he did not want to go. He only a wanted a few more minutes to talk to her.
"Excuse me, are you one of the partners who own the studio?" There was a look of surprise on her face. And a mild laughter. It looked even more beautiful.
"No....what makes you think so?"
"Errrr...nothing"
"I have just joined here. This place has a lot of traffic and gives good experience. I hope to start my own studio some day. By the way, Director Johann has asked you to meet him in his room, the one in the corner. Good day, Monsieur Jacques"
Those few moments seemed like eternity. He continued to look at her. Then with a smile, he turned and walked away.
She had taken his photo on a film. But her picture had been etched in his memory for ever.
-----
Adapted from "Peoples and Characters" - a collection of true stories by Vladimir "Ally" Kavolski.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Two stories
Stories about the truth of life. Thanks a lot to Prof. Dan for sharing these with us.
This is a story similar to the one that we have often read (atleast in India) in the kids story books.
Two friends had gone wandering in the forest. Suddenly they heard sounds of a bear approaching. It was clear that their lives were in danger. Now they knew from old wisdom that bears do not attack dead people, so they decided to lie silently on the ground.
As the bear approached nearer, one of the friends got up and was ready to run. The second friend asked him what made him change his decision. He replied, "I just realized that to save my life, I do not need to outrun the bear, I just need to outrun you." And he ran.
This is competition. And life.
There is another story told to us by elders (or we read it in children's books).
There was a king who had lost a battle and had fled to a cave in the nearby mountains. There he saw a spider who was trying to build a web on the wall of the cave. The spider tried a hundred times to climb up, but failed. Yet, he did not give up. Finally, he succeeded.
We are often told this story to try and try and try and not give up. This is not quite the right thing to do in life. Its utter bullshit. If you are doing something that you couldnt succeed at after a few attempts, dont do it. There are definitely people who have managed to do that thing right in the first attempt, and they will be better at it than you. Always. It is highly unlikely that you will ever be the numero uno in that. And if you are not the best, dont be there. Try doing something else that you are better suited for.
(** words between the lines for i-bank analysts: Not everyone is meant to be a banker. If you dont get good ratings as analysts, you are not meant to be a bankers. Dont stay in the job trying for years and years. Quit.)
In the age of competition, you have to be the best. Being better isnt enough.
This is a story similar to the one that we have often read (atleast in India) in the kids story books.
Two friends had gone wandering in the forest. Suddenly they heard sounds of a bear approaching. It was clear that their lives were in danger. Now they knew from old wisdom that bears do not attack dead people, so they decided to lie silently on the ground.
As the bear approached nearer, one of the friends got up and was ready to run. The second friend asked him what made him change his decision. He replied, "I just realized that to save my life, I do not need to outrun the bear, I just need to outrun you." And he ran.
This is competition. And life.
There is another story told to us by elders (or we read it in children's books).
There was a king who had lost a battle and had fled to a cave in the nearby mountains. There he saw a spider who was trying to build a web on the wall of the cave. The spider tried a hundred times to climb up, but failed. Yet, he did not give up. Finally, he succeeded.
We are often told this story to try and try and try and not give up. This is not quite the right thing to do in life. Its utter bullshit. If you are doing something that you couldnt succeed at after a few attempts, dont do it. There are definitely people who have managed to do that thing right in the first attempt, and they will be better at it than you. Always. It is highly unlikely that you will ever be the numero uno in that. And if you are not the best, dont be there. Try doing something else that you are better suited for.
(** words between the lines for i-bank analysts: Not everyone is meant to be a banker. If you dont get good ratings as analysts, you are not meant to be a bankers. Dont stay in the job trying for years and years. Quit.)
In the age of competition, you have to be the best. Being better isnt enough.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Some Limericking
After a really long time, I tried to do something creative to put up on my blog.... and being the last few days with junta here, I obviously wrote about them :)
% comments are welcome
There was an enthusuast from Vapi,
Who firmly believed that CS was crappy.
He gave up in life without fear,
And said "Pack pepsi, drink beer",
The give-up young man from Vapi.
There was an elec geek from trichy,
Who proclaimed that hot water made him itchy,
He said his body was hot,
And felt funny after smoking pot,
The crazy elec geek from trichy.
There was a hairy youth from hyd,
Who spoke more truth than he lied,
He ate very less,
But in Andhra mess,
And took all his creditors for a ride.
There was a fair guy from Timbuktoo,
Who googled to add two and two,
He cashed at UniLever,
Drank scotch by the river,
And smoked everyday in the loo.
There was a hulk in mech,
Who turned everything into wreck,
He broke the furniture,
And fought with his teacher,
And forced all his bros to a trek.
From Rohtak there was a fair dude,
Who sometimes was really rude,
He beat loud his drums,
And drank with his chums,
But with a girl did he put some pseud.
From Jaipur a casanova was he,
A true consultant as one could be,
He ran for co-cas,
And really kicked ass,
But ended up writing GMAT and Gre.
There was a lazy boy of boobneswar,
Who lay on the couch and cried "Sir,
Prithee wipe my face,
And tie my shoe lace",
The lazy old boy of boobneswar.
% comments are welcome
There was an enthusuast from Vapi,
Who firmly believed that CS was crappy.
He gave up in life without fear,
And said "Pack pepsi, drink beer",
The give-up young man from Vapi.
There was an elec geek from trichy,
Who proclaimed that hot water made him itchy,
He said his body was hot,
And felt funny after smoking pot,
The crazy elec geek from trichy.
There was a hairy youth from hyd,
Who spoke more truth than he lied,
He ate very less,
But in Andhra mess,
And took all his creditors for a ride.
There was a fair guy from Timbuktoo,
Who googled to add two and two,
He cashed at UniLever,
Drank scotch by the river,
And smoked everyday in the loo.
There was a hulk in mech,
Who turned everything into wreck,
He broke the furniture,
And fought with his teacher,
And forced all his bros to a trek.
From Rohtak there was a fair dude,
Who sometimes was really rude,
He beat loud his drums,
And drank with his chums,
But with a girl did he put some pseud.
From Jaipur a casanova was he,
A true consultant as one could be,
He ran for co-cas,
And really kicked ass,
But ended up writing GMAT and Gre.
There was a lazy boy of boobneswar,
Who lay on the couch and cried "Sir,
Prithee wipe my face,
And tie my shoe lace",
The lazy old boy of boobneswar.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
A line in the morning
Yesterday, I fell asleep while the song "give me some sunshine" was playing on my comp. I dunno from where, but the first line that came to me in the morning was:
"Give me another life, and I'll love you once again"
And i have been singing it all day long.
I dont remember my dream :(
"Give me another life, and I'll love you once again"
And i have been singing it all day long.
I dont remember my dream :(
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Chaos Theory
Totally random phrases. Do not try to make any sense out of it.
A decade maybe. Happenings. It will not move. It is sharp. It will keep you awake. US and UK in world war 2. Not fully conscious. Male bonding gone too far. Not destructible. Beyond inverse tangent. The science and art of. The year of the infant is over. Ganguli retired. At the very centre. Taking things too far, or maybe not.
Multilingual oil driller. Not quite swedish. A single horned mammal, or double?. His namesake was slapped. Cane, or Kane? Special. Pseud Distros. Krishna and the second big letter. A great pair. America's military headquarters. Hanging from an exterior point.
Children hit fruits. Warriors hit buildings. He explains. I can. :D for perverts. Just like relativity was explained. Sea function. Not sure if in or out. Wierd documents. Xerox machines are now outdated forms of copying. No offence meant. Apologies if offended.
Two institutions. Set theory. Total scrap. Numbered accounts, not quite. The great escape. Only one beginning. Too many spices, apparently. Numbers and algorithms. Spanners and simulations. A non living dead body. Female poultry. Male politics. More bar. It inspired a good looking bone. Narcotics in sport. Not the mint with the hole. Three beginnings altogether. Incorect gramer.
Two long strings. Some fight. Some net. Hate of kings and presidents. Belief and not so smooth consensus. Need not complete it. Not many lit-soc notices. Anagram and in feb-march. All's well that begins and ends. Not the same? Anyways, I couldnt care lesser any more.
Curiosity killed the cat. Or it spoiled a quiz.
Children hit fruits. Warriors hit buildings. He explains. I can. :D for perverts. Just like relativity was explained. Sea function. Not sure if in or out. Wierd documents. Xerox machines are now outdated forms of copying. No offence meant. Apologies if offended.
Two institutions. Set theory. Total scrap. Numbered accounts, not quite. The great escape. Only one beginning. Too many spices, apparently. Numbers and algorithms. Spanners and simulations. A non living dead body. Female poultry. Male politics. More bar. It inspired a good looking bone. Narcotics in sport. Not the mint with the hole. Three beginnings altogether. Incorect gramer.
Two long strings. Some fight. Some net. Hate of kings and presidents. Belief and not so smooth consensus. Need not complete it. Not many lit-soc notices. Anagram and in feb-march. All's well that begins and ends. Not the same? Anyways, I couldnt care lesser any more.
Curiosity killed the cat. Or it spoiled a quiz.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Currently on my mind
1. Philosophy of scoring systems in competitions
2. MATLAB code to solve an equation
3. Wiki page on OCD
4. Who should stand for secretary
5. I need to put a treat, but is it worth spending the cash?
6. Pending reimbursements and a large bundle of cash in my bag
7. Having a bath with hot water.
8. Scoring full marks in Quiz 1.
9. Confronting my BTP professor.
10. Why was my hand at rummy so bad today?
11. Stomach ache (thats not on my mind..i am experiencing it right now)
12. Why cant I die in some bomb blast
13. Do I have the guts to commit suicide? Is it the most logical thing to do?
14. Will going to Tirupathi improve life for me?
15. I should ditch my job and apply for PhD at IISc.
16. Why the hell am I doing all this on Valentine's day instead of going out for a good dinner?
17. Who the hell will I go out with? will i, ever?
2. MATLAB code to solve an equation
3. Wiki page on OCD
4. Who should stand for secretary
5. I need to put a treat, but is it worth spending the cash?
6. Pending reimbursements and a large bundle of cash in my bag
7. Having a bath with hot water.
8. Scoring full marks in Quiz 1.
9. Confronting my BTP professor.
10. Why was my hand at rummy so bad today?
11. Stomach ache (thats not on my mind..i am experiencing it right now)
12. Why cant I die in some bomb blast
13. Do I have the guts to commit suicide? Is it the most logical thing to do?
14. Will going to Tirupathi improve life for me?
15. I should ditch my job and apply for PhD at IISc.
16. Why the hell am I doing all this on Valentine's day instead of going out for a good dinner?
17. Who the hell will I go out with? will i, ever?
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