<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911</id><updated>2012-02-17T20:00:55.779+05:30</updated><category term='wars'/><category term='Competition'/><category term='Sad but true'/><category term='Entertainment trend'/><category term='peace'/><category term='escapism'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='General Musings'/><category term='Right and wrong'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Unrelated, weird and often unshared thoughts...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-5229439518304924908</id><published>2011-08-11T23:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-11T23:54:35.294+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Right and wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad but true'/><title type='text'>Something Stupid.... like I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_tz152e="122"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What happens when you apply force on a soft wood... it bends... and when you put some more force... it bends some more ...and more.... untill it breaks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Women have always been considered as the softer one...you apply force and she bends... and you apply a bit more force.... knowing you can bend her more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;From the stern commnads in past to gentler suggestions now... tone may change and format may change... intent doesn't.... she is supposed to bear and endure in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You expect her to take care of the family, nurture and care for her children, while you enjoy your life. Men ain't supposed to balance kids and work. Maintaining the house is what a woman marries, not her man. Children are primarily her responsibility, even though she might be juggling a career as well. And in cases, when she is not financially independent, she is at your mercy. She will take care of the house, children, be a full time housekeeper and nanny..yet she "doesn't do anything". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In some cases, men assume that they also get the right to abuse her physically and mentally... insult her in front of her children... undermine her worth and self respect in every way.... make her pity herself every day... feel proud that he is the master of the house...the bread winner... the Man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She is stabbed every day...by words...by actions... by arrogance. She evaluates her situation every day... wonders what her fault is... thinks what she can do to annoy you less.... untill one day... she breaks...... and then you label her "weak".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-5229439518304924908?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/5229439518304924908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=5229439518304924908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/5229439518304924908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/5229439518304924908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-stupid-like-i-love-you.html' title='Something Stupid.... like I love you'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-8469703317610846107</id><published>2010-06-19T18:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:40:02.265+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Right and wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wars'/><title type='text'>Its gonna be a long night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;There is this movie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;" href="http://www.cnngo.com/mumbai/none/raavan-trailer-and-synopsis-out-424056" target="_blank"&gt;Raavan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;, a story loosely based on Hindu mythology, except that its written from the villain's end.  If the story is stripped out of all nouns, it becomes, " Bad guy's sister commits suicide because of good guy's men. Bad guy kidnaps good guy's wife, but falls in love with her. And then they fight and good guy wins". The  thing is that its written from the bad guy's angle. That by the end you are tempted to change sides and feel for the bad guy. That good is not flawless and bad is not all sin. Not anymore for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When there is any conflict, any bloodshed, it ends only in dispair and sadness. Its only the starting of war that may have a right and wrong, moral and immoral attached to it.  Quoting Shantaram, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Men wage wars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; for profit and principle, but they fight them for land and women. " and adding to it, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Men wage wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; for profit and principle, they fight them for land and women and with all possible arms" . What if you have missed starting of the scene or you don't trust the version told to you. What if you don't know who stuck the first blow? And all you know is that wrong is being done from both sides. Can you pick sides then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Isn't it so for most of the war stories told to us? Winner gets to write the history and hence becomes the good guy. Nazis were bad because they killed Jews, Hiroshima and Nagasaki were just two honest mistakes? And more recently, Naxals are killing Indian policemen and centre is thinking about involving army,  using more force to end this once and for ever. Nobody can listen the call for peace amongst the war drum rolls.  Who is right and who is wrong? As of now, Naxals are not ready for peace negotiations and centre is not ready to drop arms either. The beginning seems to be missing from the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Once, the enemies have been identified and blows are struck, all sense of right and wrong dissolve. He killed an innocent guy from your village, you kill another one from his side. The loot is given to the winner and survivors live happily ever after. Nobody represents the innocent by the time war ends. Welcome to the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-8469703317610846107?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/8469703317610846107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=8469703317610846107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/8469703317610846107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/8469703317610846107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-gonna-be-long-night.html' title='Its gonna be a long night'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-8722581665812322970</id><published>2010-05-12T01:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T01:42:43.934+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escapism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competition'/><title type='text'>What a wonderful world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have noticed that kids these days are under tremendous pressure to perform well, and it starts at a tender age with parents forcing their wards to take studies more "seriously". Some children do commit suicide if they dont do good in their exams. The demand for "all-rounder" kids is growing now. Having everything perfect... a child who is good at sports, studies, not stage shy and can sing if needed!!! The countless talent competition don't help the cause either. Its not good for children to subject them to so much of tension. The child within doesn't live for long this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So, some people (including educationists) say that we should stop failing kids upto standard 8. It leads to way too much of peer pressure and depression. Let them believe for some years that its a simple world, where other people are not a threat, where there is nothing like success or failure... nothing going wrong... let them have a cocoon for some years. Is this the solution to a problem or just a stop-gap measure to divert attention and claim "We did something"? Isn't there any way for a healthy competion?  I am not a great supporter of 'escapism'. Somehow, I can never be convinced that if you turn your head away problems cease to exist. I dont think closing someone's fragile eyes from seeing the competitive world will save them. Facts done go away if you chose to ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But what amazes me more is human similarity to ostriches. We are both firm believer of burying the head deep in sand when we see danger. If people hurt us by being more studious/intelligent/smart.. we remove competition. If we see someone abusing their wife or child, we turn our head away. If some one tells us about the sad state the environment has reached or the effects of that little plastic bag or water bottle, we look at them in disbelief and ask not to scare us. We flip the channel when they tell us about the tribal war or dying farmers. We prefer glossy sports section over horrors of khap panchayat or effects of endless mining. We are quite certain that there is nothing wrong with the world, that things are good, getting better and nothing needs to be changed. That we dont have to take out our hands from that shiny glove of comfort to do some cleaning ourselves. Its a wonderful matrix. Stay there... stay happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-8722581665812322970?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/8722581665812322970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=8722581665812322970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/8722581665812322970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/8722581665812322970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-wonderful-world.html' title='What a wonderful world'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-7705670825985492153</id><published>2010-04-12T01:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:42:53.712+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jesus to a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kanu Sanyal, member of radical Maoist insurgency &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.thenews.com.pk/daily_detail.asp?id=230653"&gt;committed suicide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; recently. Apparently, he was sad of what has become of Maoism and its principles. It is one of those things that had started with goodness in heart and turned into a demon later on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quoting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.timesnow.tv/Top-Maoist-leader-Kanu-Sanyal-commits-suicide/articleshow/4341247.cms"&gt;newspapers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;“Pioneer of the Maoist movement in the country, which originated in the Siliguri district of the state, Kanu Sanyal had rubbished the methods used by the Maoists in present times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He was a strong critic of the on-going Maoist movement in the country and did not support them in their process of unleashing war against their own people in India. Kanu Sanyal also had gone to the extent of criticizing top Maoist leaders for the kind of violence they undertook for the political gains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In early 1970s, this top Maoist leader too had adopted violence as a mode of operation, which had eventually even led him behind the bars in 1977. However, over a period of time he reportedly realized the importance of talks and discontinued the use of violence in his movement.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And now nobody with brain placed where it should be, can support Maoists. It has turned into a war with Maoists on one side and state on other, innocent tribal people getting killed in between. It would be long before people can trust Maoists again and suggest peace talks. Its not possible to have talks if you are being shot at as well!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I happened to watch the controversy related to Jesus today. That somehow, may be the original message of Jesus was lost in translation. May be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://biblicalstudies.info/James/james.htm"&gt;James &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;version of Christianity is older and of the same era as Jesus, instead of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.sullivan-county.com/news/paul/paul.htm"&gt;Paul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;’s. May be something was lost in translation or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.sullivan-county.com/id2/gnosticism.htm"&gt;killed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. May be!! Nobody knows. May be when God(s) said “Follow me”, he meant, in principle and not in name. May be few good men started religions as an ethical way of living. The way things should function. Things based on peace and prosperity for all. May be down the centuries, this was turned into a power play, with clergies creating deities and customs to ensure their position. No body can ever know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some of the worst wrongs were caused by people who tried to change things… People who had good intentions, commitment and honor. From reservation for backward classes, to religion and people’s rights. Somehow, the principles were lost with time or may be deliberately thrown away by “followers”. The views diluted by profit and power. If the same men who started these great things could see what has happened now, they sure won’t like it. Gandhi won’t appreciate of India now, nor would Ambedkar appreciate the reservation system. Honor killing was not the reason why caste system was created in Hinduism, nor does Islam accept polygamy for reasons other than helping a female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I cannot agree more with Woody Allen, when he says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"If Jesus Christ came back today and saw what was being done in his name, he'd never stop throwing up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-7705670825985492153?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/7705670825985492153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=7705670825985492153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/7705670825985492153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/7705670825985492153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2010/04/jesus-to-child.html' title='Jesus to a Child'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-7817128387948351843</id><published>2010-02-20T02:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:44:00.433+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad but true'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>I'm alive!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If a policeman calls you and a thief calls you, who would you rather go to? Or would feel safer? The answer should be an impulsive one in favor of police, apparently it is not. When this was asked from a few friends of mine. Answer wasn't thief either. It was more disturbing, it was "how does it matter anyway". Thief will behave as a cop, he knows he has nothing to lose while you do. And the police....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I often pose the idealistic, naive blind optimist. And quite truly I don't have any first hand experience either (Thank God for that). If you have lost a mobile, they don't write an FIR, what can you do? Yeah its a law...they have to. But like many other things that have to be done, but ain't, it might not be. So do you have any friend in media or higher in the police to raise this up? No you don't. Assume that they do write a complaint. They might use the word "lost" instead of "stolen", would you be in a state of mind to notice this? Or would you doubt what they have written after you have given the description of incident. You may not. For uninitiated people, things lost are not as severe incident as stolen ones. They don't look that bad on police records. And lost things cannot claimed for an insurance. Assume that they tell you that they have some suspects in custody. Would you go and identify him? When police tells that they have no responsibility of your safety after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, we should. Yes, unless we did that there won't be any change. Yes, we can't live our lives in fear. But,we are afraid. We are afraid of police, of thieves, of lawyers, of diplomats, of media, of everybody. We are afraid of biking on metro roads... those who take cycle riksha or cycle or even bikes are most likely to be run over. We are afraid of arguing with a cop, no matter who is on the right side of law. We are afraid of raising voice against seniors at work place. We are afraid of going to Kashmir or Assam, our own land lest some terrorists will kill us. We can not move freely in the night in our cities or  fight back if someone hits a child or helpless person in front of us. We are silent victim or witnesses of eve-teasing. We are all one scared lot... Scared with every living breath... scared for every living breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Is there too much point in living this way? When all things that we have... money..relations..health don't let us sleep in peace or force us to live a chicken's life? Kill conscience to let the body live? Is this actually being alive? Is it actually worth it?? Ain't we all guilty in spreading this poisoned air of distrust and fear by not fighting against it??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-7817128387948351843?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/7817128387948351843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=7817128387948351843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/7817128387948351843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/7817128387948351843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!!!'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-1177228031047600805</id><published>2010-02-04T23:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:41:29.212+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Its just a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;Today some children were playing "Musical Chair". Its a game where one person plays the music and all others run around chairs put in a large circle. The number of players running is one more than the number of chairs, when the music stops you grab the next chair in front of you. One person who could not find a chair is out. The game continues until there is just one person who could get chair in all the cycles. This player wins. Ideally in the game, you ain't supposed to go back to a chair. You can only run towards a chair in front of you. However, if you are just a few steps ahead of a chair when the music stops there is a tendency to go back. To some extent it is okay. If I quote chilren "itni si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;cheating allowed hai"... or This much cheating is allowed. Funny, isn't it? We know its cheating, yet to some extent its allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;I find the same thing in our daily lives. We allow a little bit of cheating in our lives. It okay to jump a few lights if there is no direct immediate harm (and there is no cop around :)); its okay to take just one shot and drive, its fine to lie once in a while about sick leave, its not so bad to buy pirated DVDs or software. We tend to define our own acceptable limits. Our own standards. Often though there are universally laid standards (called laws)... we ignore them, find loopholes or casually avoid them, knowing you can always escape from petty crimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;I wonder was there ever or would there ever be some universally acceptable line that we would adhere to even when nobody is watching? Who decides what is acceptable and what not when we don't accept the laws? If its okay to buy pirated movies, what makes us shout when some other country patents our basmati or when Amir does not give Chetan Bhagat his due right as story writer in 3 Idiots? Ain't these all infrigement of Intellectual Property Rights (IPR)? If we do not mind below age children(read below 25 in Delhi) to drink once in a while or to buy cigarattes from a shop why do we hate when someone gives them drugs? Isn't it all corruption of young minds? There is a line in Shantaram, saying some people are guided by the amount of sin there is in a crime and depending on the sin value, they can neglect/ do not mind doing the crime. While some others are led by the amount of crime in a sin, i.e.. depending on how much value they can make from the crime associated, they will perform the sin. The first may allow you to bribe a man but not kill him. The sin value of man slaughter is more than slaughter of just the soul. The second way may tempt you to sell drugs instead of selling liquor to children.This is because the crime or money involved is more in first. But you cannot separate the sin and the crime. You always weigh them and decide, how much your conscience (or lack there of) can take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;I wonder if we have all unclear and movable lines, do we actually have a line as well? We ignore the rules based on various unrelated parameters. In that case, is there any rule &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;that we will stick to no matter how much is the profit or loss involved? Would there be a standard when all standards are abolished? Or would we always find a euphemism for doing unethical  stuff...like "being professional"? I always believe that having 46 chromosomes or straight thumb doesn't necessarily mean you are human. Would there be some definition of humans based on their character traits and not just physical ones? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-1177228031047600805?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/1177228031047600805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=1177228031047600805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/1177228031047600805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/1177228031047600805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-just-thought.html' title='Its just a thought'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-4230041269408380067</id><published>2009-10-04T18:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:44:25.512+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A friend has been posting updates about her trip to some place beautiful on a social networking site... seems an amazing place from comments like its snowing, beautiful color of the clouds... a mountain goat... it was all soo nice and I wished that I was there too. The only disturbing thing was the fact that all these details were shared before the trip was over. Yeah technology... you can tell the whole world about something the moment you want. You can tell that you saw a rainbow, and that you smell rain in the air and that you are upset over Rakhi Sawant having to handle a baby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Twitter, facebook, orkut are they fulfilling our need to connect? Is there any void in our lives, a life devoid of real caring friends that we fill by having online "fans" ? Do we need to tell people about how great or how hopeless we feel .... that we exist? We have to "tweet" about every thing that we are doing, believing that people do care, and strangely they do. They care because its a game of give and take... you have to be interested in knowing whether a person 700 miles away slept after a nightmare or not, so that he can ask you what you cooked for breakfast. All the time, people closer home might be buried deep down in depression and loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder, have we become dependent on technology? I need to check my emails first thing in the morning and last thing in the night. I feel restless if I cannot access my gmail account or office mailbox, as if the whole world is waiting for me to take a decision on ending the nuclear war. I have to check my orkut account, although I know that there wont be any new scrap. I just have to do it to know if some friend of friend of friend has posted some good picture or news. I need to check facebook, although I hate the UI, just to know about friends. My parents get tensed if I donot pick up their call or my phone is not reachable. Its hard for them to believe that nobody is after my multi billion dollar company. My friends and I cannot coordinate to meet if there is no cellphone, even if its a pre-decided spot at a precise time. Yes I believe technology has become an indispensable part of our daily lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Are we trying to escape from reality in all those chat rooms or online games or watching the most eligible bachelor, Rahul Mahajan pick his bride? As a popular ad says "Real life is boring", so we replace it with drama, even if the drama is someone else's spiced up life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Undoubtedly, technology has advantages... well that was the reason someone invented internet or TV or mobile phones!!! I can talk to people close to me any time of the day, even if we are miles apart. I have met some friends I lost touch with through social networking sites. You get to meet people from different parts of the world, talk to them, understand their culture and differences, without ever meeting them.. thanks to the internet. People have used the network to spread awareness about some cause and motivate people. There is no denying the fact that you can reach much more people, much more faster and much more easily, if you know which links to click.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;However, like all other things, there has to be a limit. You have to decide what is information and what is spam. How much is too much. Whether you are living in a real world or fiction. Noone else can make the decision for you. The point where line is drawn might be different, but the fact that there has to be a line is still valid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-4230041269408380067?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/4230041269408380067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=4230041269408380067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/4230041269408380067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/4230041269408380067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-8549498393245609670</id><published>2009-09-13T09:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:49:53.834+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Imagine there's no country</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hindus in Pakistan are apparently not having a gala time. As per &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;" href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/news/india/Fearing-Taliban-Pak-Hindus-take-Thar-Express-to-India/articleshow/4992774.cms" target="_blank"&gt;latest reports&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Hindus in Pakistan are a sad minority, often subjected to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;" href="http://alertpak.wordpress.com/2009/04/21/this-is-pakistan-insecured-hindus-and-sikhs-are-heavily-charged-in-pak/" target="_blank"&gt;inhuman tortures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; and quite many times forced conversion. Though I have never been to Pakistan, but considering the state of affairs that the supposed democracy is having, it won't be surprising. With the strong Taliban presence in Swat valley and its growing influence everywhere in Pakistan any other religion except inhumanity cannot stay there, not even liberal Islam. Distressed Hindus slip to India at any given opportunity and stay here, extending their visas and hoping to get merged and eventually lost in the billion Indian population. Often people are aware that there are some sad Pakistanis staying in India... people at the immigration centre at railway station can make out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;from the amount of luggage they have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;that these people do not intend to return ... but no body forces them back to Pakistani.... its way to inhuman to do so... they don't seem to be a security threat anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This is also the case with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Illegal_immigration_in_India" target="_blank"&gt;Bangladeshi &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;citizens in India. They don't have horrid stories of terrorism, but of famine, flood and poverty. Thousands of Bangladeshi's flee to India in search of food and shelter... hoping to get what should be unquestionable right of every human... and often we are supportive... there are thousands of Bangladeshi citizens staying in Assam, Delhi or Mumbai... working as house maids, farmers, construction workers... and prostitutes. Nothing major has been done on concrete scale to force them back to Bangladesh, despite the court saying Bangladeshi's are a &lt;a href="http://ibnlive.in.com/news/illegal-bangladeshi-immigrants-threat-to-india-court/71035-3.html" target="_blank"&gt;threat &lt;/a&gt;to India's security. Perhaps our considerate and soft side cannot see the plight of any suffering individual... and we tend to ignore the notice to send them back when we see them crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be inhuman to force any individual back to some place they have been forced to leave due to circumstances... to in some cases knowingly order human slaughter. But, I believe that India has enough population and problems of its own to solve Pakistan or Bangladesh's. We are sad and moved by your condition but that doesn't imply its okay to move in your people here. Any country has a fixed amount of resources and its simple maths that as the number of people sharing that increase, per person share or per capita income reduces. We can not afford to teach kids from other countries on Indian taxpayers money or to provide other amenities or to let them compete with locals for the meagre resources that India has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been upsurge in &lt;a href="http://www.indiadaily.com/editorial/2782.asp" target="_blank"&gt;Assam &lt;/a&gt;urging people not to hire migrants and threatening Bangladeshis, forcing them to flee back. Peo&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ple claim that "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The local people in Assam have lost jobs, their cultural heritage and their national identity because of these illegal immigrants."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And strangely I don't find it wrong. Yes we do loose a lot when we let our already burdened economy take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the weight of extra migrants, not to mention the security threats that it poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to someday realise that we have to take a tough stand, even though it seems difficult. We have to understand what we can do and what we cannot. We cannot solve other countries' problem this way, this will only harm us. I would rather have Pakistan send all Hindu's that it cannot take care of to India in one go, instead of their penetrating our boundary everyday. And for Bangladesh, only a strict stand can save us. We as individuals have to stop hiring migrants as cheap labours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-8549498393245609670?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/8549498393245609670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=8549498393245609670' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/8549498393245609670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/8549498393245609670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2009/09/imagine-theres-no-country.html' title='Imagine there&apos;s no country'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-9190239345151423524</id><published>2009-08-17T22:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:36:40.420+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad but true'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Blowing in the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Three random news were in the newspaper recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Shahrukh "Khan" stopped for "security" check at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/08/15/indian.actor/index.html"&gt;Newark airport&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Apparently they don't like "Khan" surname. Whole media and politicians and friends and foes of anybody giving their piece of mind on the matter. Ambika Soni,  minister in GOI, says we need to give "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.indianexpress.com/comments/shahrukh-detention-soni-suggests-tit-for-tat/502422/"&gt;tit for tat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;".  A few days earlier, our former president A P J Abdul Kalam was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.asianwindow.com/leaders/apj-abdul-kalam-frisked/"&gt;frisked &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;by continental airlines, which is a breach of protocol. But thats okay. He did not raise a fuss over it. Afterall&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A minister in India went inside a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/news/india/Minister-flouts-zoo-norms-enters-cage-to-pet-cubs/articleshow/4900347.cms"&gt; tiger's cage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; in nagpur zoo and petted and fondled a visibly terrified cub. All this right in front of the zoo officials and all the media people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; He was accompanied by Nagpur Congress chief Jaiprakash Gupta and several others including zoo controller M M Damke and officer-incharge of the zoo Dr S S Bawaskar. Thorat had a glimpse of deer and peacock enclosures and then headed to see the tiger cubs. Though initially hesitant, Thorat was encouraged by the zoo officials to take a closer look and opened the gates for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Guess, the zoo oficials were there to protect and please minister instead of animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rock legend, Bob Dylan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.bnd.com/yourlife/story/882986.html"&gt;stopped and questioned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; by officers unaware of his identity. He was asked for his ID proof, which he didnt have handy. The officers asked Dylan, 68, to accompany them back to the Ocean Place Resort and Spa, where the other performers were staying. Once there, tour staff vouched for Dylan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wonder if we have too used to being "above law".  If the celebrities and politicians with one bit fame or power and not even worth two penny start thinking themselves as VVIP, for whom the world should have a garland ready for every occasion. Whether it be security rules or general courtesy or any other fundamental road rule it becomes inapplicable for those with power. Why.. even the Gods wait for them... they can get special back entry to Tirupati balaji while common men wait in long queues to get one glimpse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Probably, our system,  where corruption and power play is evident at every step is to blame.  Broke traffic signal... 100 bucks for the traffic policeman, no ticket in railway ... but your uncle is the local MLA... need to get your kid admitted to the posh public school... see if you can arrange the donation for the "maintenance funds".  And then our fixation with idolizing people and an attitude of mix and match. Everything is allowed to influence everything else... politicians bail filmstars out of troubled drug deal or "unfriendly US cop". Filmstars dance at their private parties and add the glamour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wonder if some day we will realise that not everything is okay... that not everything is fixable.... that you are not above all laws or rules... that no matter who you are .... you still are a homo sapiens sharing the planet. I guess... the answer is blowing in the wind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-9190239345151423524?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/9190239345151423524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=9190239345151423524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/9190239345151423524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/9190239345151423524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2009/08/blowing-in-wind.html' title='Blowing in the wind'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-5222820059983741330</id><published>2009-06-16T17:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:44:37.554+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Black or White</title><content type='html'>The question that I am wondering today is about moral policing. Yeah its bad ... who the hell is anyone else to tell me what I am supposed to do with my life, what is morally correct and what is not. Their ethics their principles... well let them take care of it. Don't force them on me. This is against people who try to say that girls should not wear provocative clothes or should not go to discs and bars or those Taaliban people telling that girls are not supposed to get educated.. well... thats correct I did not agree with them all... I read it some where : Values are the tape that we play in the walkman of our minds, any tune is fine as long as it does not disturb others.... someone said it rather well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should you never stop anyone from doing anything on moral grounds? I believe that I have too many redundant and outdated ethical values. I do not like it when people use office property for personal use too much. When you make unnecessary personal calls from office. I do not like it when you bribe the police man or the passport agent. I do not like when someone lies to others in order to get some kind of favour. Its not that I have never been tempted to do these. But somehow I could never do something that did not seem correct. I am sure that things that lie in morally grey area for me must be grossly wrong for some others. All of us have some sense of right and wrong, whether we listen to that voice or not is a question. But are you not supposed to stop anyone from doing anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know that someone is cheating on his wife or her husband are you supposed to stay mum? If you know that someone has sent fake resumes for job or has been lying about his income to the tax officers should you just watch that in silence? Or when you see someone not taking bus ticket or not working in the office or throwing wastes on streets? I know that things often disturb my peace and I have to consciously stop myself from speaking and I don't like it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am allowed to comment on these issues, do I give others a right to comment on my attire as well. There is no defined limit probably, except that use of physical force is not a valid rule of the game. Well guess that means for the time being people can use office phones for personal calls, not buy ticket or yell in public places.. I will not stop them. But I am sure someday my patience will give up and I will wear that moral police uniform!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-5222820059983741330?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/5222820059983741330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=5222820059983741330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/5222820059983741330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/5222820059983741330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2009/06/black-or-white.html' title='Black or White'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-8972980678192492014</id><published>2009-04-30T18:15:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:38:54.545+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Too late to apologise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/swineflu/"&gt;Swine flu&lt;/a&gt;.. a new type of flu said to be more dangerous than bird flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Isn't it hilarious ( or sad?) that whenever humans conquer one trouble, nature throws another one. It feels like a game between humans and nature, rather "nature khila raha hai insaan ko"... kinda when you play with a kid, when the child clears one hurdle, you set a level slightly tougher for him. Sometimes you let the child win, but you always know that the plot and rules are yours and whether the child will win or lose depends on whether you want him to win or lose. You conquered cholera, I'll give you different forms of cancer... Ok.. You have cure for TB... here play with AIDS.. ok what about this and that flu or hey have fun with lifestyle diseases and pollution related ones. You should never feel bored... I'll be there for you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We have reduced our immune system to a level that a person sneezing in Mexico scares us out. Some wise man once said "The fear of life is the favorite disease of the 20th century." ( William Lyon Phelps.. whoever he is :)). Was certainly wise to notice that. We are so scared of everything and everyone that we live half lives. But thats another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;At the same time, those bloody virus have had ages of mutation to fight against all our antibiotics. They are spineless... literally and figuratively. I wonder that in the long run these brainless characters are going to win against man, who sits at the top of pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We forget that when the end comes, its going to be the end of humans not the end of nature or earth. It may be a temporary pause for nature, not the end. We will ruin everything and then die ourselves. And then from a tiny sprout somewhere, a tree will grow... somewhere a lost bird will sing again. But there wont be any human being ruining that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The nature just watches man play with everything... his immune system, other species, his environment. Probably thinking how long it should let the kid play and then pack up the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-8972980678192492014?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/8972980678192492014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=8972980678192492014' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/8972980678192492014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/8972980678192492014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-like-to-party.html' title='Too late to apologise'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-2650760912534968497</id><published>2009-04-10T14:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:22:47.869+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad but true'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>And it really doesn't matter at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another blast in Delhi, one killed, 18 injured.... and many more to follow. My reaction, I just call up those I care for in Delhi , tell them about the blasts, ask them to stay in and watch the news. I wish that people who I know and I can't connect to are safe. I am not bothered too much about all those I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I am unsympathetic towards the blast victims. I am sure if I see someone or hear about someone I am going to feel sad. But other than that its just numbers. And numbers baffle me. X number of blasts in one Indian city. Y number of such cities. Z number of casualties in each of the blasts. After some time, its going to fade from my memory, precedence taken by some piece of crap. May be new MTV Roadies or may be office work or may be some good shopping offer. Yeah life moves on... It always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we accepted terror, violence ,death and injury as a part of life. Do we now think that insanity and irrationality will always be there. We just hope, wish or rather BELIEVE that its not gonna happen to us. That my near ones and I are always going to be lucky enough never to get caught in the chaos. And rest is all fine. Its fine as long as its not happening to you. Is it indifference, callousness, helplessness or inhumanity. I have seen some animal species gather and fight against a more powerful enemy to save each other. Yeah we ain't animals any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i can do anything about it. Its not that I can do anything about anything in general. I can just wish, hope and do the utterly trivial things. Things that are good, but of such small size that they do not matter. Its like clearing the way for an ant to carry sugar in the midst of riots or an approaching cyclone. Does saving power mean anything when we can't save lives. What difference does it make if city streets are clean or not, when the minds are not? But then... keep up the good work ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-2650760912534968497?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/2650760912534968497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=2650760912534968497' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/2650760912534968497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/2650760912534968497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-it-really-doesnt-matter-at-all.html' title='And it really doesn&apos;t matter at all'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-1633393811908906278</id><published>2009-04-01T10:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:52:21.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its not so bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I attended AID delhi meeting recently. If I think why I went there, probably the reason closest would be curiosity " I have never attended AID meeting" and just wanted to see what they do (if they happen to do anything!!!). I also wanted to see the faces behind all those mails coming in my mailbox. "Yeh kis type ke logon main itna time aur patience hota hai ki woh itna kaam bhi karein and usko website pe upload bhi karein... and earn their livelihood as well !!!" Well, so my primary reasons for being there were fulfilled :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the meeting did have side effects as well. I was surprised to see so many people from Gurgaon, Delhi and Noida, meeting at IITD at 10 (or nearly so) on a Sunday morning !!! There must be something behind this and the reason was self-evident in just a few moments... passion..All individuals passionately believing in and working for their cause, inspite of the difficulties that they faced. No project was easy, no location conventional and nobody thriving on external support. Yet... they made that happen... somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dedication that they had was amazing. Its not easy teaching slum kids, convincing their parents or working for women empowerment in a society that had difficulty relating the word women with power. All of them can have an easier life; a life oblivious to suffering of others. But they chose the road less travelled, the harder way and that made the difference. Certainly, there is a difference between a life without a purpose and a life dedicated to a cause and that I could notice there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the word "Gyanodaya" a lot. Probably the first step of gyanodaya is within you. Unless there is gyan or knowledge within, you can't enlighten others. I returned inspired for sure from there. If there are people like them working for India's development, probably the situation is not as gloomy as I thought it is. One positive change that it had on me is that my faith in humans as a race is restored. Thanks for that!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-1633393811908906278?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/1633393811908906278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=1633393811908906278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/1633393811908906278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/1633393811908906278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-not-so-bad.html' title='Its not so bad'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-8273438711314131124</id><published>2009-02-17T23:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:51:17.371+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Makes me wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Second Law of Thermodynamics: Entropy of the universe always increases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Entropy, a measure of chaos or disorder of a system will always increase, no matter what the process is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I sometimes feel that the laws of physics are universal laws , laws which are applicable to society as well. That the disorder or chaos in the society will always increase.That the world is and will always go downhill no matter what you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In order to say that we have progressed, we need to define the parameters. Yes,  per capita income has increased, so has the average life expectancy. Yes, we can communicate and move anywhere on the planet and claim to be living a more comfortable life. But does it also mean a more fulfilling life? Isn't it so that more people commit suicide then earlier.Inspite of having a great "connectivity" isn't it so that people know much less about people who were once close to them?  There are more drug addicts than before. Is there some void in our lives that we try to fill with momentary pleasures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Supposedly, with the growth in technology, moral growth should have also taken place.  If the size of brain increased and so did his capabilty to think logically, why hasn't man realised a few basic facts for so long? Why is it so that still people do not take responsibilty of their actions. People give bribe to every person possible from policeman to passport agent and still wonder why is India amongst the most corrupt countries of the world. You litter on streets and blame the Govt. or the classic statement "Sab aisa hi karte hai" and still say "Cleanliness is next to Godliness". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some people bear children without knowing whether they can nurture and take care of them, whether they have the time, energy and money to raise a kid. Some others pass on their values (or lack of them) to their children and others around them, who further add their own mess. Everybody takes away more from the society than what one can ever pay... And that is how the entropy increases!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-8273438711314131124?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/8273438711314131124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=8273438711314131124' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/8273438711314131124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/8273438711314131124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2009/02/makes-me-wonder.html' title='Makes me wonder...'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-552226539575766159</id><published>2009-02-01T01:32:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:09:24.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad but true'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Give me a reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its one of those days... well...those means those when I can't avoid thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been wondering for some time now, what differentiates one person from another. Certainly, their intelligence, hard work, capabilities, attitude does. And being a  great Ayn Rand fan, I do want to believe that you get to make your destiny... that you are not bound by circumstances... that except for what is within you, nothing else matters. But now I am forced to think if it is actually so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I watched "Slumdog Millionaire" recently and saw the ground reality. Not that I was unaware totally, but somehow I could close my eyes... everytime. It hurt initially when I saw Mumbai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; slums, but two years of stay at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;M'bai and I could deal with it.  I went to a poor area in Delhi (call it slum) recently and the cocoon that I had built around myself was shattered.  There were kids running around, laughing, giggling, playing in mud.. unaware and careless. There were parents also laughing and giggling... unaware and careless, that they have kids somewhere. That there are humans struggling for scarce resources of planet.. food and compassion, humans who are here because they brought them to life, humans they should be accountable for... their kids.  And yet no body cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am sure that among these kids there would be hundreds who are far more intelligent and sharp than me and all of them are certainly much more hard working. Yet, I work in an air conditioned office while they beg on streets. Why? I don't think it can be solely due to attitude. Is it possible for someone who has 5 siblings, a drunkard father and hapless mother to see life as we see it?  If you have always seen violence and cruelty as a way to resolve things, does there remain a way for you to see things otherwise? If you have never been told importance of education, can you just pick this up one fine day and get degrees? If you have to wonder whether you are getting the next meal or not,  can you worry about books and pen? I guess not. Its just luck by chance. Where you are born decides quite a lot of things on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We crib that the meal was not good, missed a movie, shoe of my size is not available. While there are kids there, who do not know if they are eating tonight or not. Or if they would be beaten again. Doesn't our cause of worry seem really trivial. But this is how life on earth is designed. Not fair. Not fair at all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-552226539575766159?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/552226539575766159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=552226539575766159' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/552226539575766159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/552226539575766159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2009/02/give-me-reason.html' title='Give me a reason'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-9019481862464593243</id><published>2008-08-23T11:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:01:10.511+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Across the universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Again first things first. The post is my personal opinion. I do not intent  to change any body's view on anything , religion, faith or preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagine a scene some thousands (or may be hundreds) of years from now. Imagine an alien kid talking to his mom. Oops  sorry imagine there are aliens and imagine they have parents and that they talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kid: Mom!!!! Our teacher told that the homo sapiens  specie  on planet earth had the most  paradoxical  end. And that we  don't yet know what happened.  Please tell me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom: Ok kid. listen. There is a planet many million light years from here. It is called earth. Earth had lots of natural resources. Much greater than present on any of the planets known to us. It had several thousand species, all very different from each other, bound by a common thread that they needed the planet for their survival. For many years they lived in harmony. There was one specie that eventually became more intelligent than the rest.  It was called Homo Sapiens or humans.  It  understood how it can use the resources  to  a more effective use. And he began using it. But, it was a mean, selfish, cruel specie. He began exploiting the planet and resources more than he should have. Several species of earth became extinct because he killed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kid: Killed them ALL???? There are several thousand organisms of every specie. He killed them all?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom: yeah kid. Thats what he did. He killed them all. But the story does not end there. He was not just cruel to other specie. He had a strange wiring in his system. Humans fought with themselves too. Humans were divided into many groups. He split himself over land on earth, he called that countries. He split himself into belief systems, he called it religion. He also split based on color of skin, based on race and based on sexual preferences. And he was intolerant to all who had a difference of opinion.  Inspite of having everything on the planet, humans were never at peace within themselves. After being the supreme specie on earth for several thousand years, humans had created a hole in their protective air layer, called ozone.  He was responsible for extinction of several species. He was responsible for some irrevocable changes to his environment, like the temperature of planet getting raised by several degrees. And he had developed some very powerful weapons, to be used on other humans.  He was always insecure though he was the most powerful being on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kid: But mom how did such a strong and intelligent specie come to an end. Did some other specie kill them all, as they had killed others????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom: Oh no kid... No specie rose against them. Scientists have put several theories and they are studying to know what killed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May be he died because the planet's environment had changed drastically and he could not live there. And no near by planet was fit to be his habitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; May be he just killed himself. They had a big war and all died. The losers during the war and the winners immediately after that. This war could have any reason. Humans were never short of reasons to fight. It could have been over natural resources or boundaries or religion or any other equally irrational  reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there is another theory. It required one male and one female to ensure continuation of specie. May be they started by not wanting the pain and effort it takes to raise a kid. Females and males in the beginning wanted their life too much and wanted to enjoy it fully to spend it raising a kid. And also,  males start liking males more and females started liking females more. So, they could not have a next generation. And finally they lost the ability to reproduce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kid: But mom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom: yeah kid... all species know what they need to ensure that they live. They know that they have to eat, drink, save themselves from predators and reproduce.  Scientists still don't know what killed humans, they say they can find HOW human specie ended but they can never find WHY it did? They say that humans themselves did not understand themselves. If humans would have understood why they are doing what they did, it would have never become extinct in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kid: Mom... Its so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom: yeah kid. This is the greatest paradox. This was the most hilariously sad end of the most intelligent fool known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-9019481862464593243?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/9019481862464593243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=9019481862464593243' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/9019481862464593243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/9019481862464593243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2008/08/across-universe.html' title='Across the universe'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-7261959859636364044</id><published>2008-08-16T14:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:46:00.655+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Like humans do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vande mataram- I think we should change it to "TwoDay Mataram"( Vande- One day... Got the joke????) Well.. after all our river of patriotism shows its holy presence twice a year, republic day and independence day, unless some "Abhinav Bindra" upsets the precarious balance. So, saying OneDay mataram is like halving our feelings. Not fair at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, it was independence day recently and like all patriotic citizens, I slept till afternoon, sent "Happy Independence Day" messages , wished my friends, read the tricolored newspaper, cheered the Olympic Gold winner Indian, said "Proud to be an Indian" a zillion times, shopped and slept. I pay my taxes on time, I do not break any rules (assuming giving bribes to a few people here and there is not a rule), I buy Indian stuff(and also the cheaper Chinese things) and I also stand when the national anthem is being played, if I happen to be there by any chance. And yeah, like all ideal Indians I blame the Govt.s, past, present and future for our present state of sports, education, crime and corruption. Also, I do not vote, so , the govt. does not reflect my opinions, this way I am free to blame others who vote. All in all I am a proud ideal Indian citizen, may be spineless, but ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of all human emotions, gratitude has shortest life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, true. I am a citizen of an independent country, I can do anything that I want to, choose any vocation, settle at any place, raise my voice against the Govt. There were people who laid their lives so that we can breath in a free nation. And we thank them by singing songs once in a while. I can not recognize more than 5 of top freedom fighters and nation builders and I say I am thankful to them. I do not remember what exactly they did, but I know they must have done something, thats why we had a chapter in history book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We all say, things are not going right. Nobody is doing anything. Its all going downhill. People are starving, people are killing each other, people are fighting... bad politics..bad people... bad society. But do we ever attempt to change anything? Have we ever thought of repaying back, of working for those who might not be as privileged as us,   of doing anything constructive? I guess, that should have been the way of thanking those who gave us what we have today. Of saying "Happy Independence day".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-7261959859636364044?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/7261959859636364044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=7261959859636364044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/7261959859636364044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/7261959859636364044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2008/08/like-humans-do.html' title='Like humans do'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-5914603572668524907</id><published>2008-08-10T02:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-10T03:06:14.801+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Praying for time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am Time: And I have destroyed countless beings, even the Gods who preside over this universe. I am the consumer and you are our food. This relationship is not based on mutual likes or dislikes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                      &lt;/span&gt;-Yoga Vashishta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have always considered this statement as the most arrogant, self-righteous, and an epitome of naked truth. Yes, time is totally relentless, unforgiving and impartial. It won't stop while you were sleeping... for years, it won't care whether you are a king or a pauper, we are all given a fixed amount, neither a micro second more nor less than anyone else. Time doesn't mind you’re whiling it away, squandering it off, but it just won't repay anything back to you. It’s your money, spend it the way you want to. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how great the powers of any conqueror were, they could never win against their greatest enemy… time. All are now rulers of History, gone by days, prey of time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why some people become what they become? How do people reach the heights they reach? Why is it so, that two people born on same dates, often in same conditions turn out so different from each other? Yes agreed they had different attitudes, vision and thought, but also, they use their time differently. Whether you invest time on your own growth or on gossips, it’s your decision. Soon, it becomes a habit and ultimately decides where you reach when your time here is over. Guess, time management classes are not that bad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Involuntarily, I also started thinking about affect of time on relations. "Those were the best days of my life"... Apparently best days are always "WERE"... a thing of past. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how great anything be, it gets swept by tides of time. All those "Best pals" of schools, college, become past. Great evenings together stay only in snaps, lovely feelings just become scribbling in diaries... to be remembered, never to be relived. You leave college, switch jobs, change cities, get married, start a family.... in short you get busy and trapped in your own world. And with every change in your situation and surroundings, you change relations. Past close friends becoming just an entry in the phone book with time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well that’s time; it will heal your heart breaks. It will take you out of the sorrow of failure. It will take you to the heights you worked for. It will change things, it will make impossible possible; but it will not wait. Yes, you can make up for lost time, and no you can NOT always do it. Yes, it gives you a second chance and no it does NOT always give that. Yes we can make up for all the mess we have done, but no we can not bring the extinct species back on earth. Do what ever… don’t take time for granted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-5914603572668524907?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/5914603572668524907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=5914603572668524907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/5914603572668524907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/5914603572668524907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2008/08/praying-for-time.html' title='Praying for time'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-5295390357453565178</id><published>2008-08-04T21:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:20:54.676+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Nobody knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First things first:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Disclaimer: The ideas, opinions and views mentioned are totally of the author(thats me!!!) and have no relation with whosoever is publishing it. The author(thats again me) has no intentions to defame/ disgrace any one. Any damage caused is deeply regretted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was watching TV tonight( nothing unusual there) and watching MTV Splitsvilla( again nothing unusual), and it made me think( now...there is a catch) where are we headed? As i was analysing various popular serials, MTV Splitsvilla, Roadies, Yo mama, it made me think what exactly are we doing? What message are we passing to the society?(if any) and if the sole motive of the channels is to make money( which according to me is justified), what we as thinking and rational beings are interested in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the uninitiated... I found that there are various Reality shows, where to succeed you have to be bitchy, play dirty politics and screw whoever you can. In short, if you have any morals, any bit of conscience, stay home. Stay home, stay away... and if you come, be prepared to get to the lowest level that you can think of( if you still have some sense of high and low present). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then we have some great news channel, feeding the public, what exactly it deserves... junk..crap..story..gossip. If I am so interested in the love life of Paris Hilton or Tom Cruise... that is news. If I want gossip as to who said what to whom, who is sleeping with whom and how some unknown kid from some unreachable land is said to possess some  unvanquishable powers... I will get exactly that. Served as breaking news..prime time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I donot blame Government, afterall.. we chose our leaders and we have a democracy. I cannot blame channels, they have all rights to say what they think. And this is a game of demand and supply. They'll show what earns money. They never said they are doing charity. So, they are playing a perfectly fair game. Well, then who do I have problem with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a problem with myself, with us as viewers... as promoters of crap. Since, we want gossips on front page of newspaper, news that needs attention gets lost... somewhere on the left corner of page 17. Since, we want to see pretty girls bitching, young kids screaming obscenities at the top of their voices, this is what we get. Exactly that. Someday... may be US will wage a war against or just annex Iran and we'll miss the news... happy at Angelina Jolie delivering babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess there is some sort of hidden desires or subdued criminal instincts present in us, that makes certain choices for us. May be Mr. Jekyll can't come out wide in open, but nevertheless has its time vicariously. Or may be, we have just sense of direction left, not the sight of goal. We know, that we have to grow in life... make money.. and we forget that the final aim might be something like, to be at peace with oneself. A state of knowing, accepting and being proud of who we are. A sense of pride in the morals and values that we stand by or should stand by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I once thought what I would like to do, if complete human race gets embodied as one person, so that you can make sense of and talk to the whole world in one go. I guess I would like to hold him by his collar and shake him widely. Asking him to awaken... he is sleep walking. He is moving for sure, but Where he is going, what he is doing, he doesn't know. He needs one violent jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-5295390357453565178?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/5295390357453565178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=5295390357453565178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/5295390357453565178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/5295390357453565178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2008/08/nobody-knows.html' title='Nobody knows'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-8786901090954544703</id><published>2008-07-07T15:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:50:39.761+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Knocking on heaven's doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She was begging on your name... supposedly carrying things that should remind people of your existence, asking for one meal on your name...  He was talking to your picture that he carried in his hand. He was talking as if you were standing right there, listening, talking and caring. As if your presence there, was undoubted, beyond questions and more real than all others standing there. And it was a busy railway station. No matter what he called you, Bhagwan, Allah or Christ, he would not trust anybody who told him that you might not care, might not even exist. I don't know  what they  have faced in life or are going to face in future.  But I  know, that they and lot of others depend on  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you created humans, you would have considered us as the wisest specie on earth. Capable of intelligent thought, capable of right actions, capable of growth and advancement. You would have thought that we would take care of each other, our planet and other organisms. That we would device and accept a morally correct and unanimously acceptable system of living. That we would know that no system based on hurting others can be successful or give satisfaction to anyone.That we would grow together, understand and appreciate the gift that you have given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you now think that you overestimated us? That we have failed miserably? Were you so disappointed by us that you gave upon this planet and never thought about giving any specie intelligence ? Do you still care for humans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason to discard the thought that you still care, yet I have no logic as to why you should still. May my logic fail. Amen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-8786901090954544703?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/8786901090954544703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=8786901090954544703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/8786901090954544703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/8786901090954544703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2008/07/knocking-on-heavens-doors.html' title='Knocking on heaven&apos;s doors'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-2765773440228375750</id><published>2008-06-23T17:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:50:39.761+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>I want to thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe God has reasons for everything. He did not put anything without reason, without purpose. Atleast this is what I like to believe. And this is true for all the situations you lend in, all the blunders you do and all the people you meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;May be we don't realize immediately, why we are in soup or sometimes we feel like shouting out in open "Why Me". But, there is some purpose and that has to be trusted, even if we ain't fully convinced about its reason. And I have realized that there is some reason behind all jerks put in our lives. A reason, that might not be self evident, but is nonetheless there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I just want to thank all the jerks that came my way, whom I could never say anything. Thank You, Thanks for teaching me patience. Thanks for teaching me that in long run you don't matter and in short run you don't deserve my time. For letting me know, that there are people far more worthy and important in my life who deserve my time and attention. That I should not be wasting any of those on you. That I should just ignore you in my life. Thanks for teaching me priortizing. I understand that you have been spreading around all those negative energies, so that I can learn to counter them on my own. I realize the sacrifice you have made just so that I become more mature. You have taught me to live with or without the support of others. You planned to take all the people around, so that I live without assistance. And lo... I guess I have fulfilled your motive. You have helped me become much stronger than the person who met you in the beginning and I can never thank you enough. So, heres one..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for sacrificing your good karma, by planning evil for me. Just so, that I can cope up much better with situations and people in future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have begun to trust God's plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-2765773440228375750?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/2765773440228375750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=2765773440228375750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/2765773440228375750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/2765773440228375750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-to-thank-you.html' title='I want to thank you'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-4309240964222858139</id><published>2008-05-11T01:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:50:39.761+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>What I have done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1   style="margin: 0pt;font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These are interesting times. We don't trust the government, we don't trust the legal system, we don't trust the media, and we don't trust each other! We've undermined all authority, and with it, the basis for replacing it! It's like a &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;six&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;'s dream come true!"- &lt;span class="f"&gt;Bill Watterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1   style="margin: 0pt;font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“The death of democracy is not likely to be an assassination from ambush. It will be a slow extinction from apathy, indifference, and undernourishment.” - &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/robert_m._hutchins/"&gt;Robert M. Hutchins quote&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is not just for democracy, this is true for all good things possible. Honesty, truth, virtue, reason, morals, all can die, not because of antipathy but because of apathy. Not because we want to be evil, but because we don't care. We simply ain't bothered. We are too preoccupied to walk fast and fast ahead of each other that we ain't seeing where we are headed to. The civilization that started its development millions of years ago, when man first thought of living in groups, and has taken slow and steady steps towards growth will not lose to a powerful enemy, but to a weak one. An enemy nobody thought capable of harming anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look around, I see how selfish we have become. How we don't think about anyone but ourselves. What does not directly harm me, doesn't bother me. I am blissfully ignorant that there are places where people don't have basic necessities. I casually ignore all the rape, murder, injustice stories. We have almost 50% reservation now, but how does it bother my sleep? I have my educational degree. We can't say for sure who the president is, but ask the cricket score... and boy, you have an answer. Ask about views on policies of government ,long and short term needs of country.. and peace prevails, ask about the reviews of latest movie and you can have a debate. Whether the world in general progresses or not that is for someone else to see, I should get what I want. "Deserve" the word belonged to past. Hook Or Crook is the new mantra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the general trend of society now. I have seen degradation in the world and apathy in me. People actually think that cutting corners can take you for long; that moving on someone's back can take you anywhere, that dirty politics and bitching can substitute hard work, dedication and capability. Do they actually think that whether you work or not, you can reap benefits if you just make people believe so. Everybody seems to be playing the great game of pretense. Short term goals are all that one sees. Money, fame, power is the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we lack in quality we try and compensate by quantity. Since, people live a shallow life, they try to feed their vanity. As if showing off all the money and matter bought by unscrupulous means can give you peace, if that is what you seek. As if flaunting a new girlfriend/ boyfriend every week can raise your level in some way. If you cannot look straight into the eyes of person in the mirror, it doesn't make much sense anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we do in our personal lives, same gets reflected in the international politics. Iraq , Palestine, Tibet are not to be talked by anyone except the respective countries. If there is a bully, so be it. How does it matter to me? People are dying from hunger in Africa and by war in Afghanistan. Does it affect me? No it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who is to blame for this? None but us. I believe that we have failed in many ways. We have been unable to pass right values. In our haste to pass the "Money-making" lesson, we skipped the moral classes. We have believed that end justifies the means. No It doesn't. It can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;The &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;universe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; balanced and in perfect order.You will always be compensated in full for everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will get what you deserve in long run. Nothing more, none less. And as someone said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Sometimes your ahead, sometimes you're behind...&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; race is long, and &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt; it is only with yourself." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that can be taken casually, and there are things that can't be. And integrity is one thing that can't be. No matter how high you rise, if you are not at peace with yourself, it is all futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-4309240964222858139?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/4309240964222858139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=4309240964222858139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/4309240964222858139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/4309240964222858139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-have-done.html' title='What I have done...'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-3504986067692069541</id><published>2008-04-13T17:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:50:39.762+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Happy Women's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was womens day, one very good friend of mine was getting married. We were late from her party, waiting for my other friend's parents to pick us up. We were standing in a pretty illuminated area of a pretty decent locality of a rather crime free town, Jaipur. A bunch of 4-5 girls, all decked up, chatting loudly, giggling, enjoying and generally looking inside passing cars to see if they were my friends parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We noticed that almost all cars passing by did slow down, and all bikers did turn around once. But too cheerful and too used to these, we continued in our chatter. Well... If you are a female then you are expected to bear the fact that men can look on you as a commodity if and when they please ; that they can stand right in front of you and analyze all aspects of your body ; that they can pass lewd comments once in a while and you ain't supposed to react. We all have been living out of the protected world build by our parents since a long time. So, these things do not usually bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were just waiting for uncle-aunty to come, when a car stopped right in front of us. In there were two elderly Gentle(?)men . Drooling they asked if they can drop us somewhere. I sternly asked them to leave. But they weren't in a mood to let go so easily. They asked us further why we ain't coming along with them. We  again asked them to leave. Not shouting on them, but still more strongly. Finally, after some more thoughts and time later, they left, but not before having said all the crap and sick things that they could think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were all silent for a long time after that. All lost in themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why is it so, that in spite of not doing anything wrong, we had to hear. While they left laughing at us, we lost our peace. And they weren't some college kids whom you can blame for misbehaving, they were two grown up men. They must be having their family somewhere, their kids waiting for daddy to come after a long day at work.. living an ideal life .. or so others believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There has often been a hue and cry over women wearing provocative attire, hence they were molested. Why is it so that women are always blamed? Why can't men understand their limits? why do we tolerate so much of indecency? why ain't their stricter rules against eve-teasing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is something drastically wrong somewhere. We have failed in teaching the right values to kids. Somehow, men have failed to understand that not all females are available. We have come out of stone age, when there wasn't any concept of marriages and monogamy. It has taken ages for human society to reach the level it is now. There is a definite difference between human society and animal kingdom. I believe that somehow men have begun choosing the animal group they mentally belong to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-3504986067692069541?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/3504986067692069541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=3504986067692069541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/3504986067692069541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/3504986067692069541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-womens-day_13.html' title='Happy Women&apos;s Day'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-5698980592437664586</id><published>2008-03-03T23:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:50:39.762+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Guilty or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/R8xUM4ow6uI/AAAAAAAAD7s/P6ZkK-TD5vM/s1600-h/paris_hilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/R8xUM4ow6uI/AAAAAAAAD7s/P6ZkK-TD5vM/s320/paris_hilton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173602652280384226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton--- what comes to ur mind??? A wild crazy socialite.... a hedonist... some one who is living life on the fast lane and enjoying every moment of it..someone who is a bad influence on kids.... true.. mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who is known for reasons ranging from wild parties to sex tape and pet dog and tantrums cannot be sad . Every moment of her life caught on tape is screaming out... "I don't give a damn.. I don't care..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is young, beautiful, rich, famous, independent. She can do anything that she feels like, and has been testing the limits since a long time. What else can one demand? But somehow I feel that she is troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often think that those who have everything that we lack should be happy, that they have to be happy. But I disagree. We do not realize what they lack. Would success be so coveted if there weren't any failures? Doesn't anything that is in excess loose its worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We derive pleasures from simple things in life. From an unexpected hike in salary, to a good buy, to meeting some old friend after a long time ;all give us happiness. What if all relations of your life are replaced by money? And most of the people who come close to you are after your money? What if there is nothing that you are looking forward to?  What if you have everything except love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the basic judgment of right and wrong are not well in place, if the sense of ethics and limits are not taught from the beginning, it is difficult to accept them later on. If nobody stops you from doing anything, if everything that you do becomes a style statement then how do you decide that you can be wrong at some point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if there is nothing that gives you happiness. If you have grown above simple joys of life, then it is natural for you to search for happiness at the next level, ethical or not, legal or not. I get happy, if I find a solution after a lot of thinking; when I go home ; when I hear some old favorite song suddenly. Talking to old friends cheers me up, no matter what my mood be.  I can't hurt someone, because I will feel guilty later on. If all of these are taken away from me and replaced by money, I might go on the downward spiral as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If you lack the sense of guilt and values, you can do anything that you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If simple available things stop giving you pleasure, won't you seek it somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe she and many like her are just a victim, a prey of abundance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-5698980592437664586?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/5698980592437664586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=5698980592437664586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/5698980592437664586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/5698980592437664586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2008/03/guilty-or-not.html' title='Guilty or Not'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/R8xUM4ow6uI/AAAAAAAAD7s/P6ZkK-TD5vM/s72-c/paris_hilton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-4659768043322724837</id><published>2007-11-18T00:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:07:25.605+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Doubtfully yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;am i the only one who lacks direction&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or is it true for u too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one who seeks shelter &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or is it common too&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u search for your identity just as i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do u look out for signs the way i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is it just me who knows not the way life is leading  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or do u know everything that u do?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u define what the mirror says to u?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u actually know the person in there?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u trust the plans laid for you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u believe what has been taught to u?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u still think he's listening up there?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u actually think someone's up there?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could answer myself, figure things out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i still have that skill, i doubt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been long since i trusted myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has it happened with you too????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-4659768043322724837?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/4659768043322724837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=4659768043322724837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/4659768043322724837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/4659768043322724837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2007/11/doubtfully-yours.html' title='Doubtfully yours'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-7656097685166396636</id><published>2007-11-17T23:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:50:39.762+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why do things and people change change beyond recognisation. is it so that nothing ever is reliable or is there something that u can bank on. something ..anything???? something that u can take for granted, something that u can lean back on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess there is nothing that u should rely on. love it, enjoy it, bask on...till it lasts. u never know when suddenly the sets change, when every thing moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have seen the closest of frenz go apart. sometimes its lack of time, sometimes its change of priorities, sometimes its lack of inclination to sort out things. things just pile up and up, but the end result is same, u have fewer things  that u know would last for sometime. does everything in life comes with an expiry date??? sometimes u can read the date, sometimes u can't. but u r being naive if u think that its going to stay. Nothing lasts forever... this should be the first lesson in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only person who stays with u forever is the one in mirror. u come alone in this world, u leave alone. along the path, u meet people and u believe that they are walking with u. but its not so, its just that u are going the same way for sometime. as soon as the reason to walk together would not be there, u would change the path. no regrets, no guilts, only pain for some time. nobody is guilty, none is wrong, its just the way of life. "All men to themselves".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man is a social animal, my social science taught me when i was a kid. Social or not, man still is an animal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Live your life, your own way. Welcome to the jungle!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-7656097685166396636?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/7656097685166396636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=7656097685166396636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/7656097685166396636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/7656097685166396636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-to-jungle.html' title='Welcome to the jungle'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-2794086620534467060</id><published>2007-10-15T15:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:29:56.273+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>Kitna badal gaya insaan</title><content type='html'>ek matka kulfi... bought from amul .. and to my amazement instead of the mitti ka matka it was a plastic one. colored in earth colors... not that i am one particular enviromentalist.. but still it led me to thinking how far we have come..&lt;br /&gt;today is rakhi as well.. a day traditionally celebrated with enthusiasm and demands and anticipation. I remember when we were kids my brother and I used to fight a lot... on why should only i get a gift on rakhi... this day used to be so special... now that we are far away... we are in separate offices and cities.. working for money and not bothering ab't many other so called smaller things...&lt;br /&gt;just some year back when i was in school.. i used to send rakhi to all cousins and uncle. writing well being letters..even if just the formal ones and then calling up to know whether my rakhi reached on time... man..things have changed. though i still send the rakhi to my first cousins, the number of cousins expecting and getting has reduced. from a thing that had no questions on whos gonna get it..it has become a thing of choice.&lt;br /&gt;and worse still... readymade rakhi.. no pains.. no issues.. nothing.. just book it online ..121...151..anything and they'll send it on ur behalf the traditional tika and naariyal attached. the only thing missing , perhaps the feelings... emotions and personal touch... but who cares for uncountable things???! guess we have come to &lt;em&gt;paisa faik tamasha dekh&lt;/em&gt; age... u can buy anything...&lt;br /&gt;from pickles like ur mom.. to dhol and shahnaai ki CD for ur wedding.. and morning chants of gayatri mantra... sab readymade..... no trouble.. no guilt...&lt;br /&gt;i guess still i do get nostalgic sometimes.. i still don't think that anyone can beat my mom when it comes to samose.. i still can't believe that the tel-maalish sessions of gappe and head massage can be given by anyone other than my roomies... and that i think sending this e-rakhi is worse than sending no rakhi at all... atleast u don't fool urself that u have done ur part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-2794086620534467060?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/2794086620534467060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=2794086620534467060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/2794086620534467060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/2794086620534467060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2007/10/kitna-badal-gaya-insaan.html' title='Kitna badal gaya insaan'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-5651434718878684839</id><published>2007-10-08T00:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:18:18.857+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment trend'/><title type='text'>Choosing the lesser evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After a lot of thinking and a bit of analysis (with some surveys supporting me) I came to this conclusion that we Indians are perhaps more emotional and sentimental than many other races. We have too strong emotions to cater the love need of just our close ones. We need to find someone to shower them on. Someone to bask in our love and affection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Indian cricket team has almost always been the most pampered (and if I may add, without hurting too many sentiments... spoilt) child of Indian mass. We love them, treat them like Gods, praise them, idolize them and if they dare (which they often) lose we do not mind burning effigies and their homes. We cannot accept cricket as &lt;em&gt;just another game. &lt;/em&gt;I have given up hope on this scenario changing during my life time... come any number of world cups...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the Indian love needs more than just Indian cricket team. The next close contenders were Tulsi, Parvati, Prerna.... aka Ekta Kapoor. We cry when they cry, we laugh at their joys. We recognise the characters by their screen names. The greatest thing about these serials is that the things do not change much, even if you watch after 6 months, only the number of foiled attempts by vamps varied. But now as producers and channels have increased many folds, it is too much to keep track of all the available &lt;em&gt;saas &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;bahu.&lt;/em&gt; Imagine the difficulty when the ladies in the club watch different soaps. How do they discuss the plight of our common famous &lt;em&gt;Tulsi&lt;/em&gt;????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now the times have changed (don't worry, just a bit) now we have the power. &lt;em&gt;Ab Hindustan ki janata faisala karegi hindustan ki awaz ka &lt;/em&gt;seems to be the trend now. With atleast 3 popular voice based and voting based serials high on TRP, this seems to be the latest mantra. Now the topic of discussion revolves around "Who should be eliminated and who would be eliminated". We now watch the programmes to see how "My Contestant" performed. We cry with joy as the judges praise our favorite one, we cry in despair when they are eliminated. These now seem to be a part of daily life. My flat mates as well as my mom correct me when I mix up the contestants in these 3 serials, Indian Idol, Sa Re Ga Ma Pa and Voice of India. So much for my bad memory. You cannot eat your dinner without listening to these melodious voices (grrrr...). I don't know whether contestant popular with &lt;em&gt;junta &lt;/em&gt;wins or you can change the things slightly by money. Really not sure. But knowing by the number of votes polled in all the three serials, I can make one thing out..."India Shining". We have too much money to spend on SMS and calls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though I do not relate much to the&lt;em&gt; Saas-Bahu&lt;/em&gt; saga as well as &lt;em&gt;Aapki Aawaz-Aapka Faisla&lt;/em&gt; trend, somehow I prefer the latter one. Atleast you get to hear nice songs once in a while, plus you ain't forced to think how evil one might plan. And may be, just may be... one day we will understand the importance of voting in our elections as well. May be, one day we will be as passionate and enthusiastic about the future of country as we are about the future of these contestants. May be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-5651434718878684839?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/5651434718878684839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=5651434718878684839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/5651434718878684839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/5651434718878684839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2007/10/choosing-lesser-evil.html' title='Choosing the lesser evil'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847849247650219911.post-6463771692728292875</id><published>2007-06-07T20:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:18:18.857+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Musings'/><title type='text'>EmbarrassedIndians</title><content type='html'>Hi.. Are you from India?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. And you? Which part?&lt;br /&gt;I'm from Delhi? You?&lt;br /&gt;Pune..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole conversation can continue in a language other than ours for hours without realizing so...&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so that we Indians are always embarrassed of our identity? That we are the ones to hide the fact that we are Indians as much as we can? Why is it so that so many foreign models can have interpretors on the world ramp, but an Indian model cannot reach there unless she has decent polished Western English accent? Why do we treat anything Western as "To be copied"? Why do we think that those who cannot speak in English are unpolished and unworthy? Why do we rate ourselves as Second Rate Citizens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who would praise anything and anybody as long as it is not ours. We follow all the rules of any country other than ours and then say Indians donot follow rules. Asked to express our views about India we say India is poor, Indians are illeterate, places are polluted and people are superstitious. As if we ain't a part of it. As if we would be judged as someone who is not related to it. We fail to mention that we are a part of the oldest culture. That when West was hunting in woods, India was teaching at Taksheela. That India is one of the fastest growing economies of the world. That India has given world basics of arithmetics and art. We casually forget Gandhi, Tagore and C V Raman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't realize one thing. We are what we are "Indians" and that is what we would be judged on. There is no point in hiding yourself. Unless there is self respect, there cannot be respect from any other quarter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847849247650219911-6463771692728292875?l=general-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/6463771692728292875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4847849247650219911&amp;postID=6463771692728292875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/6463771692728292875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847849247650219911/posts/default/6463771692728292875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://general-musings.blogspot.com/2007/06/embarrassedindians.html' title='EmbarrassedIndians'/><author><name>earthwire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013074614660816881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0QsQv_lQBQ/TDAWicJWaHI/AAAAAAAAImc/hdJJQ3236zo/S220/prag+170.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
