The Bald and the Handsome


… I am not trying to be spiritual here..Don’t imagine myself meditating on the form of god or something else..
I actually meant In Good Old Days, I used to watch The bold and the beautiful which used to be telecasted in Star World which used to host many other good shows.. ( ;P). Little did I know then that I will be writing a post about it. Everyone in this world aspires to be bold and also beautiful err. in case of Men, they want to be primarily handsome..

Once you are born into this world, you have a cute face which is liked by one and all. You are kissed on your cheeks, no matter which gender is kissing you. You gurgle and make sounds which make all wonder about the child in you.. 
Wow.. what innocence and credulousness.. and all sorts of happy expressions and “cho chweet”, “cho cute” perceptions spring out of people who see you when you are a child, like a baby, who keeps licking whatever comes into hand.
( The following is applicable for co-ed school-going boys)
Once you reach school,  say you are in some 7th standard. You are late to class one day. So the teacher holds you by your hair and smashes your face with good sounding slaps. 
You reach your seat without any sensation to those slaps as if its like another usual event like getting up from bed to brush your teeth. As you reach your seat, some girl who is a first ranker turns back from her first row bench and gives looks to you showing some sense of pity. You immediately brush your hair frantically searching for your comb in vain. And you comb your hair with natural fingers imagining some rajnikanth is styling his hair. 
( The following is applicable for co-ed college-going guys)
Once you reach college, say you are in some sophomore year.. You walk up to college one fine morning. Your gang is waiting for your late arrival as usual. You put stand for your bike and you just turn around to reach your gang. Suddenly something strikes like a thunderbolt. (courtesy: GodFather). It strikes so hard. You lose sense of the world. You lose sense of your gang standing and waiting for the past one hour for you. The gang is waiting just few metres away. Your eyes automatically follow someone. You just wish that she turns and looks at you. Immediately, she for no reason turns back, walks in your direction. Your blood is pumped at an alarming rate. You tend to worry. You get scared for no reason. You become tensed. Your hand automatically reaches your hair and adjusts the grass which has grown for the past 19 years of your life. The grass which has been cut, cut, and cut, yet grows tall and tall… You concentrate on your hair for some time.. and she passes by you.. You notice that she forgot her notebook on her cycle.. It was not for you.. It was for her notebook that she turned bey… Yet you comb your hair and groom yourself  daily. You buy all the utilities necessary to make you handsome, as if you are some Ajith and some shalini is there looking at you daily…

(The following is applicable not for all.. )
Once you reach the workplace. You now are in a state where you are done with your studies.. all the mugging and bucketing days are over… All nightouts and midnight butter-maggi sessions are over.. Now the only thing is you have a dumb terminal, formal wear, sometimes casual wear..
One fine morning, you get up and as usual search for the tooth brush..
And you realise after looking at the mirror, that you don’t need a comb at all from that day..
Its not that you went to tirupathi and did some mottai-thing. 
Your hair naturally escaped from your head. It was like shawshank redemption hero who silently escaped from the prison. Only few prisoners are left on your head. And you funnily imagine, how did rajni feel like when he played the mottai boss role in Shivaji the Boss.. 
You imagine yourself hitting your head like how mottai boss does to his head.. You suddenly come to reality of  life.. You hear that “tap tap tap” sound really. You are scared.. You again slightly tap your head.. again “tap tap tap” sound from your head. Oh my Gosh, I have really turned BALD. This day was really far away from the day I starting watching The bold and the beautiful.

You start imaging all worse things.. like: You go to your sisters home. Your nephew and niece start playing tabla on your head. They start telling, “Amma, this seems to be an ideal surface for hitting and learning tabla..Your niece is damn creative and she starts using permanent marker and starts drawing tabla marks.
Your neice starts saying: “Inner circle drawing overru.. Now outer circleuu..amma.. “
 Dei dei.. come to reality.. Look at the phrase: The Bald and the handsome. You have turned bald. Its fine. Now its ur duty to become handsome.. Look at Andre Agassi..Take some inspiration. Dont look at Sanjay dutt in Agneepath. Your head will be on fire then..Look at Steve Jobs.. Oh.. Dont worry you don’t have turtleneck t-shirts. Normal Lacoste t-shirts are more than enough. 

How I wish, Our heads were like Microsoft Word document. And all the characters in the document are like the thin strands on our head. Wishing some “BALD” button in Microsoft Word was there. And I would just unselect it.. Immediately from nowhere, million strands will spring out on my head. And I would select Italics for some diff styling of hair. I dont want Underlining though.(left to your imagination.. ). And I could increase font size depending on the occasion. When I am with my party friends, I would increase the font size. When I reach home, I would select the default font size and say, ” Hi uncle” as I greet my relatives at my home. And when I go to some no man’s land, I would select different fonts: My strangest wish is “WingDings font” It would make my hair awesome with all sorts of design. Great to imagine all this.. I am still bold , why? Because I have to work on the second part of “The Bald and the ….”…
Please note: “You and I are used interchangeably in the above sentences..


The Monk who sold his NANO

Life is no brief candle for me.
It is a sort of splendid flash-light which I have got hold for the moment,
and I want to charge it as much as possible before handing it on to 
future generations.
George Burger Shah

It was a bright day in Nepal. Sun’s rays were falling on a bright face of a saintly man. Augustian’s meditation place was situated right in the midst of ice-capped mountains. It was a cold day, as he was sitting in his monkly attire. His monkly attire consisted of a single dhoti. He also had a saintly turban which he once bought in the kumbha mela festival.
He was trying to meditate on the eternal truth which Krishna declared in Bhagavad Gita, called as Geeta Saar: 
As he was meditating on this eternal truth, tears started rolling down his cheeks. He was on the path of sainthood. He had to get rid of attachments and desires. But memories of the past started flowing like tsunami, which he could not avoid……
Augustian was the only son to his parents. He grew up in the neighbourhood of Bharatpur like any small boy in his boyhood days. He too grew with the passion for Cricket like any other school-going fellow. He would carry his exam-writing pad to his school everyday, even during the non-exam days, inorder to play the mundu cricket.
He was born in the days of cricket, when avid and anguly would make great partnerships and lead the country to triumphant victory in most of the matches. He would silently sneak into his friend’s home every time there was a match against the country. He was literally jumping with joy when the country would win a match. 
Days passed by and sun set and rose many times that now Augustian was ready to take up a job. It was 2nd August, 2004. Augustian always waited for the month of August every year. It happened to be his favourite month. All the wonderful events in his life happened this month. He was born in this month. He won his tennis championship in the month of August, 1992 in his college. He met his girlfriend in the month of August, 2000. 
He was so superstitious about the month of August that he would postpone all his initiatives to be taken up this month. It was 2nd August, 2004. He got a appointment letter from a company, named Finite House Cooper. He was so thrilled about his job offer, he gave a treat to his friends and family members at Hotel Vashi. Hotel Vashi seemed to be the best hotel in town offering tasty, yet expensive food. 
That was 5 years ago, when he joined as a Business Analyst at the Cooper’s. There was something which
was bothering him a lot. He had to buy a car. He was waiting for a car from the automobile industries which would just match his budget. He had managed to save money, inspite of other financial responsibilities. He had few dreams in his life.
One of his many dreams were to buy a car. This tiny dream was fulfilled when NANO came into market. He was known to be the first in his state to get a Nano car. His joy knew no bounds and he shared his joy again at Hotel Vashi.
It was 5th August, 2010. He was saving enough to make a trip to London. He thought for a moment. He called up his friends and made a plan. He was there in the airport before all his friends. He started day-dreaming. He dreamt that he would be sitting amongst the audience and watching the cricketers running in the grounds. He was getting visions of catching a ball which appeared to be a six hit by one of the players. He was truly an avid, fanatic fan of the cricket team.  He was woken up by his friends to board the British Airways.
Atlast he was living his dream. He stood in the stadium along with thousands of supporters. All along, he was shouting slogans supporting the team.  BUT the team played not to his expectations. He was feeling bad all the days when he toured the Great Britain. He even remebered his relatives’ dialogue, “Why are you spending so much and going and watching? Are you going to benefit even a naya paisa??” He asked himself, ” Did I make the right decision to come and watch the game live only to watch them lose like this? “. He was consoled by his friends. “Don’t worry” “All is well” “light teesko raa” “parava illa machaan” and other sorts of consolations… He was on a return trip to India with hopes shattered and dreams battered.  
Days passed, months passed, time ticked by. Sun again rose and set. It was 19th August 2011. He thought for a moment. History does not need to repeat itself. Geography need not remain the same. Physics was not discovered by Newton… and other random thoughts. He made a conference call to his friends distributed across the country. This time, Australia. “Guys, come on. We need to go and cheer up our team. We can make it. We can handle the pressure.” One of his friends disturbed, ” Ya, in australia, pressure is low. ” But this time, Augustian looked at the wall in his office. Augustian looked at his wallet. He logged into his account and checked his balance. The balance was more than enough to have a dinner at Hotel Vashi. He decided. He went to the car shop and he asked, “Kithna detha hai? “.
 He returned home with flight tickets to Australia. He met his friends at the airport. He did not day dream this time. He was looking at his watch. His friends were already at the airport. His superstitions were met till this point. One of his friends remarked, “How much you sold it for?”. He calmly replied, “0.9 lakh”. All of them boarded the flight. He reached the stadium. He did not stand. He did not shout slogans. He saw. He saw wickets falling. He saw sixes. One of the sixes came right into his lap. It was from David Warner.  And the rest he saw was history….
Life does not need to give you thousand reasons to follow the path of truth. It need not give you thousand situations to alert you about your reality. Life will just take some sixes and few fours to make you walk on the path of truth. 
disclaimer: may be a tribute to fans who watched the matches live in the stadium at the Land of Kangaroos and the Land of Elizabeth.
P.S: Augustian was sipping his tea. He just borrowed a transistor from a fellow himalayan. He tuned in and the voice in the transistor said, ” Hello everyone tuned in. This is richie benaud from Melbourne. This is the first match in Aagnipot series…. “

Stay hungry Stay foolish

In the year 2005, on 12th June, sun rose and sun set as usual. But there was a moment, a moment of passion, a moment of glory, a moment of inspiration, and what not …(fill in the dots, i am out of words here).
A man, not attired in his black turtleneck and blue jeans, but in a black gown, gave a speech at Stanford University. The speech proved to be very inspiring for many entrepreneurs and others too.. 
Salient points from the great speech:
” …
You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something: your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well worn path, and that will make all the difference. 

Sometime life’s going to hit you in the head  with  a  brick.  Don’t  lose  faith.  I’m 

convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve 
got to find what you love. …

And following were his last words in his speech:


Stay Hungry. 
Stay Foolish. 
Thank you all very much ...”
If someone gives such a speech, then bruce almighty knows what are the consequences:
1) According to a survey conducted by the Society of Qualified Entrepreneurs (SQE), the amount of innovation and creativity in the people who listened to this speech increased by 60 %. This is a good sign as people always are waiting for new products which would make their lives easier and enjoyable.

2) The number of entrepreneurs, globally, rose up by 35 % compared to 2004 .
3) Ladies who were drawing Rangoli started connecting the dots looking backwards, which lead to very innovative forms of kolam (synonym of Rangoli). According to Royters (read it as reuters), they hailed from a  a remotely located village in India named, Steveartpuram.

Asked about their new style, one lady Rangamma, proudly says, “You have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in the future.”
Another lady with full enthusiasm and confidence, said, “Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well-worn path.”
Royters  say that the impact had been as deep as a rathole, that the vehicles in the roads came to a stand still. The well-worn path was cluttered with as-many forms of Kolam as many times as lokanna would have farted ***. That path also got blocked for people to draw water from the wells.

4) People have started flocking in construction sites, rather than preoccupying themselves by browsing websites in the internet. Royters say that people are waiting day-in and day-out standing. One favourite pastime of some standees is that he/she listens to his/her (respectively) ipod all through the day. Royters was curious, so asked one of the standees who was in his/her stand-at-ease posture. The standee calmly replied, “Sometime life‘s going to hit you in the head  with  a  brick. ” and waited, waited and waited. Another co-standee replied, “Dont lose faith”. Someone was shouting from the top of one of the floors where they were doing a catch-practice of bricks, “I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love.” and as he said this, one of the bricks slipped his fingers. “TONG” ipod’s next song started playing, the owner fell to his/her ground.

5) The funding for “Diabetes research”  rose to such great heights, that tech giants from heaven would have seen that using iCloud. One of the main reasons was the proliferating number of cases of diabetes. Some research groups firmly premised that the major reason was McDonalds . Royters asked one of the customers as to what was his motto to become such a fan of McDonalds and came the reply, “Stay hungry . Stay foolish “

Steve jobs to one of his heaven-mates, ” why this kolaveri ? “.
Heaven-mate replied, ” what an iDEA ? “.
From Earth someone replied, “get idea 3g ..”

***medical sir: “contextual spell-checkers were not available to produce proper words.. Those who half-ended, get some parle-g and some mentos.”

Moore’s Law versus Murphy’s Law

The following article is anyway (as you might judge at end of reading) is just “CTRLV”ed from somewhere.. ( though my (auto)biography is yet to come,I shall provide bibliography for the curious readers .. and for others, just carry on .. )

Dr. Gordon Moore was the founder of Intel, which is currently (as of today) the world’s largest chip making industry. He was not only a founder-chairman but also a great visionary. What he said did not only affect Intel but the chip technology as a whole, paving way for greater innovations for mankind to witness almost every two years.

Yes, he was the one who made this historical statement,

“The number of transistors incorporated in a chip will approximately double every 24 months.”

The consequence of this has been the following challenges to Intel:
1) Double the transistor density every two years.
2) Increase the functionality to capture the market demand(nobody buys things without new features).
3) Maintain or Improve Performance.

What was the deep impact which it left on the chip making companies?
How did it affect the lifestyle of the consumers?
How did it create a new paradigm in the direction of the chips that we see today?
Where does it stand today?
What is the future of Moore’s Law?
The above questions are intriguing the processor scientists in the chip industries and the silicon industries.

“If anything can go wrong, it will”

It was the year 1949 when Capt. Edward A. Murphy, an engineer working on Air Force Project MX981 which was designed to see how much sudden deceleration a person can stand in a crash. One day, after finding that a transducer (some part in the flying vehicle they used) was wired wrong, he cursed the technician responsible and said, “If there is any way to do it wrong, he’ll find it.” The contractor’s project manager kept a list of “laws” and added this one, which he called Murphy’s Law.

We are not trying to find out what are the pros and cons of the two laws.
The objective of the above article is to give you an experience of reading
a sequence of words which was written with no objective. Does the preceding sentence sound murphical? Only if Moore could incorporate this article with more words every 24 months.

I calmed sir :  laws are meant to be refuted