Two year up

I would like to express my transition from real freedom to assumed freedom. I am here talking about my transition from my college to the booming IT industry. I would like to pour my one year experience of the so called glamorous and fun filled IT industry. We used to wander those spacious heat filled open grounds and dirty class rooms with just 50Rs. in pocket and plan the whole week with that budget. But now we wander along the well cleaned, fully air-conditioned corridors with about five to six credit cards in our pocket planning where to swipe the cards. Credit cards eagerly waiting to eat next month's salary. I can't believe that it was just few year before that the 50Rs. seemed to be lacks now, lacks seems to be nothing. College canteen, Tea shops were the favorite hot spots where we spent hours together, having a hearty chat with our buddies forgetting the whole world. But now Cafe Day, Quickies, Baristas have taken those places. What a coffee cost 2.5Rs last year has now gone up to 50Rs a cup. Those precious days where we used to laugh for nothing, while chatting or while playing or even when you fail in your paper because you have got 30 marks for a empty paper. But now you rarely smile except the smile for the forward you just received or the smile to your PM to impress him. Hate and Ego were the words you haven't heard in those days. You smash or hit your friend for some reason and the next moment you walk along him with hands on his shoulders. But now you doesn't like the guy sitting beside you because he's getting a salary 10k greater that you or he's always being appreciated by your PM. True friends are hard to find here.


You have seen the late nights only on the eve of the exam, where you rely on your friend to wake him/ her at night 1 or 2. And how can we forget those last minute tensions in exam, you remember that only just before entering the exam you find that you have forgotten to revise a important question that your friend suggested that it will surely appear on this exam. You rush back and flip those Xeroxed pages with tension. But today you work at least 2 days a week till 1 or 2 in the night to deliver something to your unknown client who is at US or UK. You are aimlessly typing at the useless word document that your PM asked you to finish with his tailor made smile. Loads of tension with calls from home, with your eye lids eager to kiss each other and you promise them to allow it a little later, cursing Bill Gates for inventing MSWord.


Writing all these to celebrate my second anniversary at this field. It seems I have been in my own desert where I have realized that I am moving from the warmth of the Oasis to chase a mirage. A mirage that promises a lot of thing, but still its just a mirage. When I turn back I can find thousands chasing that mirage with a ID card around their neck. I wish all the best for them.

Atheism

The philosophy of Atheism represents a concept of life without any metaphysical Beyond or Divine Regulator. It is the concept of an actual, real world with its liberating, expanding and beautifying possibilities, as against an unreal world, which, with its spirits, oracles, and mean contentment has kept humanity in helpless degradation.

Truth of Bizarre

Truth of Bizarre

I hate love. So does it. Well, it all begins with the culture that victimizes us. We are so well persuaded by out culture that it gradually looks like our own. It then vehemently makes it way to our veins and arteries and thus we feel the presence of god sitting at the center of out hearts. We thus submit ourselves, or at least a part of it to the almighty god, who is supposedly supreme and the absolute.

To my knowledge, I have never encountered anything even close to absolute. My conscience can never give up to believe that there exits an Absolute. I still believe the Einstein’s theory of relativity and admire it to the fullest. Only the ultimate is real and rest inharmoniously fall pray to Deception that is quite like, my imagination, a bottomless well with a gravitational force equivalent to that of a black hole. It’s as deep, like faith, wide as a pool of mercy and high as hopes.

I am pretty sure that you won’t choose to surrender yourself to the deceptive arena. At this instance, I find myself in a precarious situation where its easier said than done to draw a microscopically visible line between Me, Reality and My own self.

On the contrary, I am so much deluded to believe that there exist other entities apart for me that resemble me. This frightens me. I suddenly become so lonely that all my relations and associations reach to an absolute zero. They don’t exist at all.

The ground reality is that the relations are important if you give them due importance. Metaphorizing it as a mass of silk thread gives the real picture of one that has lost its entity after tying a knot. You may be part of life that in due chores of living will have that forbidden pleasure of combing down through the mass very smoothly. And to much extent, occasionally. This will definitely hold true if you are geared up to deceive yourself.

Our preparation for death starts right from the day we inhale and exhale for the first time. The greed to attain salvation at its earliest makes us hard to believe that we are actually alive. And this compels us to dedicate our life to the process of cleansing out soul through the positive deeds that have been queuing up since last so many years, just to make the neighbors envy and grab the earliest available seat in a low cost airlines that takes us directly to the entrance to the salvation.

These good deeds by and large depend on all those fucked up epics and holy books that are believed to have been composed and written long before we invented printing press, pen or for that matter paper. Even before humans existed on the planet. And to much extent, on your conscience.

Why do you think that I may find it tricky and quite confusing to decide what is good for me and what’s not as an individual. Do we need a benchmark to decide the quality of life that I have kept in?

I ask you that why do you need to monitor the parameters that decide my due chores of life? Believe be man! You are the best in your own perspective. But I give a damn care to it unless it’s somebody like me. For a while let constant be that only change.

Let my life be a repository of hate enveloped by the intricacies of love and affection. You dig it hard, and you are bound to suffer eruption because I do travel, but seldom down the ring of fire. But only when my adrenaline wants me to do so. Let me selfish enough to love my own self and compassionate enough to hate you. This gives a meaning to my life that I really hate love.

I thus dismiss the absolute and will be the absolute.

Kurt Said: " "

A friend is nothing but a known enemy.

I really haven’t had that exciting of a life. There are a lot of things I wish I would have done, instead of just sitting around and complaining about having a boring life. So I pretty much like to make it up. I’d rather tell a story about somebody else.

I’m so happy because today I found my friends - they’re in my head.

If you die you’re completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I’m not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I’ve got.

If you ever need anything please don’t hesitate to ask someone else first.

The worst crime is faking it.

We have no right to express an opinion until we know all of the answers. [ So true]

Rather be dead than cool

Woh Lamhe

raah dekhi thi is din ki kabse

aage ke sapne saja rakhe the naajane kab se

bade utavle the yahaan se jaane ko

zindagi ka agla padaav paane ko

par naa jane kyon ..dil mein aaj kuch aur aata hai

waqt ko rokne ka jee chahta hai

jin baton ko lekar rote the

aaj un par hansi aati hai

na jaane kyon aaj un palon ki yaad bahut aati hai

kaha karte the ..badi mushkil se char saal seh gaya

par aaj kyon lagta hai ki kuch peeche reh gaya

na bhoolne wali kuch yaadein reh gayi

meri taang ab kaun kheencha karega

sirf mera sir khane kaun mera peecha karega

jahaan 2000 ka hisaab nahin

wahaan 2 rupay ke liye kaun ladega

kaun raat bhar saath jag kar padega

KAUN MERI gaadi mujse pooche bina lejayega

kaun mere naye naye naam banayega

mein ab bina matlab kis se ladoonga

bina topic ke kisse faalto baat karoonga

kaun fail hone par dilasa dilayega

kaun galti se number aane par gaaliyaan sunayega

Sadak mein Beer kis ke saath piyoonga

wo haseen pal ab kis ke saath jiyoonga

aise dost kahaan milengejo khai mein bhi dhakka deaayein

par fir tumhein bachane khud bhi kood jayein

mere gaano se pareshaan kaun hoga

kabhi muje kisi ladki se baat karte dekh hairaan kaun hoga

kaun kahega saale tere joke pe hansi nahin aai

kaun peeche se bula ke kahega..aage dekh bhai

movies mein kiske saath dekhhonga

kis ke saath boring lectures jheloonga

mere farzee certificates ko raddi kehne ki himmat kaun karega

bina dare sachi rai dene ki himmat kaun karega

achanak bin matlab ke kisi ko bhi dekh kar

paglon ki tarah hansnana jaane ye fir kab hoga

keh do doston ye dobaara sab hoga

doston ke liye professor se kab lad payenge

kya hum ye fir kar payenge

raat ko 2 baje poha khane aur cig pine kaun jayega

tez gaadi chalane ki shart kaun lagayega

kaun muje mere kabiliyat par bharosa dilayega

aur jyada hawa mein udne par zameen pe layega

meri khushi mein sach mein khush kaun hoga

mere gam mein muj se jyada dukhi kaun hoga....

I really miss those Days....

Buisy Bee

Damn it !! reachers at Helsinky medical Institute have found that after the week full of banging , thrashing n boozing ...very obviously ..first week of every new is very buisy n frustrating...believe me..i am suffering...still..