Monday, February 27, 2006

When the Chips Are Down

Everything seems dark, disillusioned;
One feels weak both in mind; and in heart;
Life looks encumbered, entangled;
Negativity takes helm, Vanishes the self-pride;
The world looks low on you, you feel like an unworthy clown
It all happens when the Chips are down.

It s a time to reason, not for excuse;
A moment of dark, before the light dawns;
To see the Invisible, to think the Unthinkable
To hear the Inaudible, to feel the Intangible;
Time to introspect and not circumspect oneself
To see the Reality clear of illusions
Time to change Direction; and again rise,
Time to go beyond and face the challenge;
Time to be a man when the Chips are down

Time to see things in the light of the dark;
Listen to your heart while the world speaks;
To see the low as the bottom of the next high
To gather courage from the weakness,
To feel the pleasure that will arise out of the pain
Time to feel free coz you have nothing more to loose;
It is sometimes good when the Chips are down

Sunday, February 19, 2006

So Much To Say, So Less to Write

Books Read Recently

The reviews of each of these books would need a separate post. The essence is though that the Indian writer Amartya Sen scores much higher than the other two renowned
authors of similar class,erudition & eminence.
Also the hype about the two books " thw Worls Is Flat" & "Freakonomics" does not sustain. Both are interesting , excitin & entertaining to begin with but somewhere
lose to grip the reader.

Movies Watched Recently

English :Forrest Gump, The Green Mile,The Life of David Gale,Harry Met Sally
Hindi :Andaz Apna Apna, FightClub
Tom Hanks literally sweeps you off your feet in the first two classics

Another series of posts will be essential to describe how Indian movies are coming with dry comedy, & the Indian audience desperately tries to entertain themselves
in the hopeless,senseless movies of today

Trip To Delhi was fabulous, highly-recharging n refreshing,and awesome fun

Delhi looks like an International capital once ya go there after spending some time in Bangalore.The highways & the metro seems to make a diffeence
Couple of my friends got married. Wishing them a Happy married life once again. The bachelor parties I attended , I will remeber for a while

The destruction of malls was a bit sad. Alas my School is also on the hit -list. But
fear not it is only the extraneous Art ?& Craft Hut which had been build behind
the school building which will be going away. I feel both good & bad at the same time as I remember that place where I was used to ask to stand out most of the times for not being able to complete my art& craft homeworks or where I would get a 'D' again n again for my drawings.

Meeting up with college juniors was fun, so was giving Dad an account of my extravagant habits over here in Bangalore.

Caught up with my school friends who are working in BPO theez days & who said I did greta good by doing Engineering. Well, my answer was " I dint knew why I did it in the first place & I am still figuring out why it was better than attending a DU college" except for the fact that u get to while ytour four years in hostel & then get a reputable degree which fetches you a good job somehow. As one of my friend says, A surely vacation where u sleep endlessly, talk endlessly, somehow clear ur exams,just manage ur attendance, make some amazing friends, forget what the world 'female' means, spend time in the college canteen & the baba ka dhaba, learn to live without bathing for couiple of days, nighouts where ya do everything except study....& at the end of it you are an...gues what " ENGINEER"....

Took my Parents to watch "Rang De Basanti" where they enjoyed the movie throughout
but at the end of it stll kept their point that they dont like going out for movies

At job
, Life is gud except for the fact that the salary comes once in 30 days only.
It is bad when the neighbourhood ATM fails to doa transaction on 2-25 of the month
Jan-March you find yourself paying taxes...the proverbial earning from ur blood-sweat going into some corrupt peoples coffins.
You see amazing ways to save taxes and you get involved in the endless debate...the moral way or the prudential way??

Have somw writings in the pipeline,and some ideas brewing.....just wait till they get their final shape


Saturday, February 18, 2006

An Excerpt from A Chinese Blog

I read the following excerpt on a popular Chines blog. Pretty Interesting..........

My conversation With an Indian

In Shenzhen, in a small coffee shop by the road, I was meeting an Indian from our client company, on a business trip to China. I started my first conversation with an Indian. Indian asked me: “Why don’t you ask for a receipt for your coffee?”

I, confused, said, “I can’t reimburse it, why receipt”?

Indian proudly said, “When our company sends us on business trips, all meals are reimbursed”

Before I can answer, Indian asked, “Do you know Tibet?”

I said I do. Indian started again, “This small country is between India and China.”

I replied immediately, “You have the Dalai of Tibet. We have the regime of Tibet.” I was about to kick him if he wasn’t an employee of our client company.

As we left the coffee shop, Indian mentioned Hong Kong and said randomly and stupidly, “Is Hong Kong right beside China?”. I was amusedly depressed. Must be very good propanganda in India for their citizens to receive this kind of knowledge!

So I replied, “100 years ago. China fought a war with Britain, and lost. So Hong Kong was taken away by Britain. 100 years later, China became stronger, and so took Hong Kong back.”

Indian thought a bit, and said “So Hong Kong belongs to China?”

I affirmatively said, “Just like New Delhi belongs to India.”

Indian changed the subject.

He’s from the TATA company in India, working as a software programmer for TATA. TATA is one the biggest company in India, leader in automobile and steel.

He started to proudly show me his employee ID. And said, “In my company in India, I can take this ID and face a scanner, and all doors would open for me.”

I said, “We can do the same here.”

India coughed a bit, and asked me, “Do you know TATA?” I said yes I do, it’s a big company.

He looked very proud, and said, “Is your company a big one?”

I said, “It’s not so big. Only average in China. China has about 12 cell phone companies. Our is just an average-sized one”

He felt surprised for the first time, “China has 12 cell phone companies? I always thought there are only 1 to 2 companies in China capable of producing cell phones.”

I replied, “Our company is not so big. We only sold 10,000,000 phones last year.”

When Indian heard the figure 10,000,000, I noticed a big change in the color and texture of his face. His left eye twitched a little bit.

I then continued, “Hmm, yes. Last month, our company just sold half a million CDMA phones in India.”

Indian was shocked again, said, “half a million. That’s a big number. How many cell phone users in China?”

I replied, “China has China Mobile, and it has about 200,000,000 customers in China. Another one is called China Telecom, and it has about 100,000,000 customers.”

Indian looked he was about to faint, and said, “Oh my god.”, his voice a bit unstable.

I continued, “Usually for a Chinese, he buys a new cell phone every 1-2 years.”

Indian still could not believe his ears and thought I was lying. So he asked, “In China, can a software engineer make 150 dollars a month?”

I was about to cough blood. How can India fool its citizens like this? I said, 150 dollars? That’s about how much they can earn in 1 week.

Indian was visibly shaken and could not say a word for the next few hours. In his mind, Chinese are poor, Chinese could not effort cell phones. Chinese’ salaries are lower than Indians.

Then at the end of that day, he did something that made me laugh for days.

He took out a CD, and came to my laptop, and asked, “Can your laptop support CD Rom?”

I thought to myself, “This is the level of an employee of India’s biggest software company?”

I lent him my USB harddrive. But his old IBM laptop did not support USB ports…

Then we went to our hotel, and in our hotel, I connected online using wireless. I then opened a friend’s MSN Spaces site, and showed Indian a few pictures of the city of Wu Xi. I told him, this is my hometown.

Indian was psychologically wounded, looked at the pictures, and said, “This is the most developed city in China, right?”.

I told him mercilessly, “No. There are a few hundred cities like this in China. Wu Xi is a very average one.”

Indian said, “Oh.”

I said, “Can I see some pictures of Indian cities”?

Indian, stated shifting his eyes, and touched his face, and coughed, and said “Tonight is too late. I am kind of tired, let’s sleep first.”

Posted by HongXing at January 17, 2006 02:27 PM

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