Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Failed Promises

Funny, politics is all about failed promises...
another one of the promise which soon will be added to the failed list

Power will be restored back in 90 minutes
~Shinde

this was said about 30 minutes back.. lets wait and see!


Thenappan..,

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Kargil Vijay Diwas


Kargil Vijay Diwas

It was this day some twelve years back the 60 day Kargil war came to a halt with our Victory of Operation Vijay which is now named Kargil VIjay Diwas!

My Respects to the brave souls we lost in the frontier for a cause which the politicians are busy exploiting today!


For more about Kargil (1999): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kargil_Vijay_Diwas


Thenappan..,

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

In Time


Time: It teaches you bitter truth of life..

In time,
Your friends become foe and foe your friends...
You master your virtues, nevertheless become slave of debauchery
You start out in the name of passion, end up with boredom
In the end, you become whatever you wanted to be and hate yourself for the same...

Thenappan..,

Thursday, July 19, 2012

The Replacement Factor


It's been hardly a week and the Guwahati incident has already been replaced by Rajesh Kanna's death.

NDTV headline reads "The last words of Rajesh Kanna - PACK UP"
Nut heads, real nut heads these media people are. Not now, not henceforth, it's been ever since early nineties. Those who have known Kublha Khan or those have watched the movie Citizen Kane would know this.

Citizen Kane is a character, a mutli millionaire who lived through the world wars and an influential entrepreneur. His dying words "Rosewood" were fuming across the streets as media made it talk of the town. News reported were competing to find it out first. The following two hours after the death of Kane was merely a reality show run by press person only to find out Rosewood was no person, no concubine of Kane which most of the media persons believed, not the name of his virtual daughter, not his crush and not his second family, but the skateboard he had as a kid. Yes, the skate board was named "Rosewood" which none of the news persons found out until it all came to an end.

The once sensational news is overridden by the next. People move on, funny, yet it's incontrovertible!
Seriously "PACK UP", god I just can't get it over my mind. Who cares what his last words meant, no disrespects to the veteran, but it's just intolerable !

Thenappan..,

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

When will this end or will it end firsthand?

Ref. to Guwahati molestation case

I've been receiving twitter feeds over my mobile since July 9th. And it is today, a week after the horrid incident, I am aware of it's seriousness. Firstly its a shame on me that I turned my face away for the sole reason it didn't concern me. Secondly who are those as**oles, are they even one third human!

The Guwahati Incident <A Brief>
July 9 '2012, G.S Road, a teenager was walking past a local night club after attending a friends B'day party. She was pummeled and molested allegedly by a mob of 20 monsters (which the media now claims to be a team of Newslive channel).
As she was stripped off and harassed in public over 30 minutes, it's a shame no one came to her rescue and the more sickening fact is the whole scene was video taped by another mean monster of the same regional television channel.

Getting to know of such incidents just scares the shit out of me!
How could one behave as if in WILD !
What kind of a sick bastard would pummel a teen out of lust!
I still can't believe if this is India or am I reading about some Arab countries!


If I were given the authority to verdict!
I might sound harsh, but they deserve it
These mean monsters should be stripped crude and made to walk out on streets with burn marks from cigarette butt stamped all over their bodies, which they should carry.

But again I wonder would this happen, some freak or nerd from Human Rights or XWZ Commission would peek his nose talking some crap - "Whatsoever might be the crime, one should not be treated this way"

It just makes me ponder, what can be done. If the guilty isn't punished a crew comes shouting with plea for justice and if by miracle if a crude verdict is passed some other NGO group comes around the way bargaining to show some humanity and call this insanity

What needs to be done and can it be done? Perplexed !!!

Thenappan..,

Thursday, July 5, 2012

It took me two years..,


Took me two years, even though it was by choice

I still remember sitting in the interview room affront my then QA Manager two years back. He did ask some tricky questions and apparently had knocked me down. It was one though which would be resonating in my inner walls of my cerebellum.

"How do you see yourself in, say about, 3 years from now?"
This was prompted against me, so I had to answer something witty and convince him to recruit me, so I gave my best (or atleast I thought it to be the best :D )
"Three years from now, I'd be the same place you are now!"
What I expected was a pat for my attitude, but the actual was a failing test case!!!
He poised back - "Do you think I am here in just a matter of three years?"
"Do you really expect things to be that easy?"

There were a lot of questions popping up in my mind in response to such a flabbergasting question "Damn, is that what a manager would expect of me, or would the so called internal politics hinder my growth or maybe I'd never get a chance and I'd remain a resource, the bottom of the cycle whose name, sorry, only his title would be mentioned every once in a while in the onsite status calls!

Fortunately/ unfortunately, I was indeed recruited and here I am, to be seated in an interview room, for the first time not having to answer but to poise questions!

Though it was not by my choices and just an option that my present manager is held up with things, I wouldn't be presumptuous and call this "It was destined to be" for I believe "One paves his way to his destiny"

Am even more gracious that I am here in the place an year ahead while I had intended to be there sometime later!

Thenappan..,

Thursday, May 31, 2012

A Thousand Splendid Suns


A Thousand Splendid Suns - No matter what, do not read this its full of
Lies
Treachery
Betrayal
Injustice
Inevitable
Greed
Unfairness
Incontrovertible
BITTER TRUTH
of all LIFE itself!!!


It's too good and whelming, and by the time you reach half way, you feel your heart heavy, some kind of burden 
It just makes me sick to wonder where men such heartless pricks, ruthless animals !

If need be save a copy of it, but just don't dare to read it…



Detailed Synopsis on the plot

Harami, bastard, yes, thats how the books starts in early 1960's. Mariam, a harami, for the only sin she committed was to be born illegitimate, though the mistake and the sin was committed by their parents. Her mom was a pessimist, always talks bad to her daughter, for she didn't know how to love. Taunting her daughter with bad words was her own way of loving her daughter.

Mariam though loved Jalil, her baba, and was stupid silly little girl to believe all the lies he says. She would eagerly await for Thursday to come as that is when Jalil pays her a visit, with gifts and chocolates.
Though jalil already had three wives, he didn't take mariam and her mother for a legitimate relationship for the fear of ruining his family name and reputation of his own.

As years roll by, Mariam turns fifteen and asks a birthday present, something which she will regret for the rest of her life. She asks him to take her to the newly released cartoon movie, screened in his own theater. And she insisted she watch it along with her entire family, which she has never gotten to meet.
Jalil agrees, reluctantly though. When he fails to show up the next day to fetch her, she heads to his home herself, despite Mariam's mammy warning "You step out of house, it will be the last time you see me". Mariam reaches his home, in the town of Herat, only to despise herself, for Jalil has turned his back on to her. Jalil's driver takes her back to his home after she strikes on a night long dharna in his porch.

When she curses herself, the day can't get any better, she reaches home and is shrieked by the scene of her mother's corpse dangling atop from a tree branch! This time Jalil has no option but take her in, Mariam regrets the day she stepped out of her house, if not for which her mother would have lived. Soon, Jalil's family plans to get rid of this illegitimate child, they plan to marry her off to a 45 year old businessman, a shoe maker, Rasheed from Kabul. Not having much of a choice, like a docile kid, she marries him and curses herself for the rest of her life. Allah punishes her, or that's how she thinks when she couldn't attain motherhood, she'd consummate, conceive and finally cuss up for losing her child, it happened straight six times until she gave the thought of motherhood. She'd envy the baby girl next door 'Laila' born to her neighbors Babi and Hazmi, a year after Mariam moved in to Kabul with Rasheed.

Laila has her own saga, when she was born on 1979, the soviet were making trouble, her mammy looses her two sons to those Soviet wars, but Laila never, not for a moment, felt for her loss, for she had never known them much since her birth. They were already in war while she was still going to school with Tariq (her companion). Laila and Tariq were always fond of each other, they'd go to school, to malls, to bazaars together. They were like a couple since birth. Tariq was two years elder to her and was also a cripple, who has amputated leg.

Babi, Laila's father was a well educated man, who wanted Laila to study well and would always pat her "tomorrow is women's world, it will be you governing, administering, leading". But then there was shrieking reality, the Soviets had now run away, leaving treachery and corruption to the hands of the locals talibans and phastoons and tajik's and many many more. Years roll on, when Afganisthan falls from within one side, innocent love sprouts between Laila and Tariq amidst the war. When the war worsens Tariq's family plans to move out to Pakistan, when Tariq reaches Laila with this news, she almost collapses and in affright and agony they unite physically and mentally.

Laila denies Tariq's hand in marriage for she can't let alone Babi alongside his sick wife and her mother. Tariq moves along, a couple of weeks pass by and finally Laila's mammy agrees to move out from the god forbidden part of this country. As and while Babi, Laila and her Mammy were moving out, a taliban rocket fell atop their roof, taking away lives of Babi and mammy. Laila was stranded alone in the ruins of the shredded buildings, whom Rasheed found out and took her to his home and had her treated by Mariam - this was the turning point in either of their lives!

A couple weeks later, on betterment of Laila's health, a visitor stops by in Rasheeds house and seeks for Laila, to pass on the news of tragic end of Tariq and his family in the border of Pakistan where they fell victim to one of those rockets that went off herein as well. Soon after the tragic news, Rasheed comes up with a proposition, there is no free lunch, if she needs a roof under her head and food to live on, then she's gotta marry him, else she can be on her way and he wouldn't force her into it. Laila knows well what awaits outside, she has seen it happen to other girls, her friends, her classmates, bombed, ravished, throat slit or worse all three.
She accepts Rasheeds proposal for two reasons, first she's got nowhere else to go and she doesn't want to end her life on her own for now she bears another life within her - little Tariq

Fifteen year old Laila marries sixty year old Rasheed, years roll on, and these are the darkest years of her life, letting Rasheed ravage her, exploit her youth, she gives birth to Tariq's daughter - Aziza. A couple years later she gives birth to Rasheed's son - Azmail. Rasheed himself was not such a pleasant man, in the initial days Mariam and Laila where cats and dogs, but eventually things changed when Laila stood up for Mariam when Rasheed raised hands and Mariam for Laila. Laila became her long lost child for Mariam. There were days Mariam would let Laila place her head in lap and lay asleep while her own kids crawled nearby in the afternoons. Years rolled on further, so did the raise in torments and taunting from Rasheed.

When war savaged and there was nothing much left with them, as Rasheed could no more pay for bread Laila is forced to let Aziza in an orphanage. She'd pester Rasheed so often to pay visit to orphanage as Taliban had laid rules as a women should not stray afar from home in the absence of man, a relative of hers, or if found, would be thrashed and sent back home! It was once such day, she was astounded to meet Tariq. It strikes her only then that Rasheed had tricked her to get her married, all were lie. They converse in their home, while Mariam takes care of kids. Tariq promises to meet her tomorrow again not aware of what next is about to happen. When Rasheed returns home, his son blabbers about a new friend of laila visiting and Rasheed starts thrashing her, only this time much more violent with harsh words, he also mentions that he was not a fool to be unaware of Aziza and her real dad!
When he strangles her, Mariam becomes restless and for the first time in her twenty seven years with Rasheed raised his hands against him, and ends up killing him!

When everything settles down, when Laila gains conscience, Laila suggest they evacuate and run away with Tariq, but Mariam, the ever innocent and now experienced too, decides to act like a mother. Yes mother, which she had wanted to be all her life. She bids farewell to her kids, Laila and Tariq with his new family and Mariam surrenders herself to jurisdiction. She is then given verdict, the very well known and she starts counting end of her days.

Mariam thought she'd feel guilty, she'd throw up, make a scene and make them drag her to her deathbed. But to her surprise, she doesn't. She faces her end with the very thoughts - "This was a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate beginnings."


A Thousand Splendid Suns - Splendid indeed!

Thenappan..,

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Worth a read


Lord Shiva is angry on the mankind for some reason. It's a fable foretold that we are blessed with rain when Lord Vishnu blows his Conch (Sanghu). Now that Lord Shiva is angry on us mankind, he provokes Vishnu from blowing his sacred conch for a period of 12 man years.

This news is then being telecast-ed  in televisions, goes round in internet and flyers and all other mass medias. As the word spreads that drought will dance for the next 12 consecutive years, madness occupies man's mind. Few die, few kill, the rest try to survive.

As time flies, lord Shiva notices a farmer ploughs his land everyday. Shiva ignored him to be a disturbed mentally aggressive farmer. When this doesn't stop, Shiva sends out a mediator to make some sense out of him.

The mediator meets the farmer and notifies him that - here is me informing you formally on behalf of his lord Almighty that you're mankind has to suffer drought for the next 12 man years. Hence stop wasting your time ploughing. It's hardly of any use!

Farmer responded immediately - who said am wasting my time. I know that we aren't blessed with rain for the next 12 years. But it sure will rain after 12 years isn't it! When it does, will I still remember how to plough? That is why am ploughing my farm daily just to keep myself out of practice!

Lord Vishnu watching the whole scene down herein earth, takes out his conch and blows it right away and it starts raining herein earth!

Shiva rages and asks Vishnu to reason out his behavior. Lord Vishnu seeks his forgiveness with a saying - My lord, what if I forget how to blow my conch after 12 long years!


Suttadhu - from a pattimandram show
Thenappan..,

Live, Let Live !

It was just another day like every other day, the same transit route, same traffic, same raging summer heat, same traffic red lights, but today there was something superfluous to the routine- not pleasant though – a distinct siren wailing from a distance.

I cornered myself thrice just to ensure if there was an ambulance behind me, or was it on the opposite bay! Unable to locate any I presumed it to be headed the other way. But as I traveled along, after 20  long minutes, finally the ambulance came to visibility and it was right behind me, strangled between a car and an auto rickshaw.

What makes the situation worse is the ego clash between the autowala and the car driver. Unless either one of em loose this race, the ambulance has no go, but to wait until the signal falls green which is almost a mile away from where we are. It was such a pity, it just reminded me of my friend Kavi, when he sees a siren wailing, he’d just close his eyes for a moment and pray for the poor soul in the ambulance.

When someone can spend a minute and pray for an unknown soul, why can’t people just make way while a life is in danger. Is that all the value of a life, a minute delayed could be a tremor to the person in the ambulance.

Worsening it more, after another 10 minute long wait, when the light changed green and the car driver softened and gave up to the local goon autowala, the ambulance took off with a 10 meter tail of motorist and a bunch of autos (no wonder why the car driver hesitated…)

When did man become such heartless swine! I felt like cussing out loud at those chain of motorist trying to catch up with the ambulance, but I held back myself reminding – this is how it is and nothing can be done..,

If Live and let Live was paraphrased to current day’s lifestyle it’d be ‘Drive and Let Drive


Thenappan..,

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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Price for being honest!


I don't tap illegal cable connection from my neighbor, I don't manipulate a Wi-fi network for a free internet connection, I don't wait until last day for the payment of EB and telephone bills. My neighbor is contradictory to me, but my cable connection gets scrambled every two weeks for which I call up my service provider to come fix that; my wifi connectivity is poor as my vendor doesn’t provide me the promised bandwidth- when I write him an email, he copy pastes my name in a template and sends it across ; my EB bill populates add on charges automatically for no reason and my telephone operator tells my I've got outstanding due for the connection I disconnected 9 months back!

My neighbor, fit for nothing but has a loudmouth with which he'd sell even the AI airplane for a lakh!, doesn't have to face any of this…

No wonder why India has been a develoooooping country for these many decades, from what I know we've been a developing country, we are a developing country and I also presume we will remain so for Decades centuries yet to come

If you want to play by rules, you better not be in INDIA !
If you are honest you will be ruined !

This reminds me of Spielberg's picture 'The Terminal' - even he knows India better, in that movie, there'd be a 60 year old character named 'Gupta Rajan' played by an Indian oldie. The character is an illegal immigrant who ran off from India for he stabbed a cop.

He explains -
I opened a pawn shop at Madras (now Chennai), a cop comes and says "You have opened the shop in illegal area, I bribe him on a Tuesday"
He again comes on Wednesday, this is common here, so I pay him again
He comes again and again, I pay him again and again and again.
Then one day when he came, I stabbed him in his chest and ran away from India!


Thenappan..,