Monday, March 20, 2006

Highway *

We were supposed to leave Bangalore Saturday afternoon, but the way things turned out to be by the evening of Friday, the whole plan had to be stripped down and worked up once again from scratch.
I suppose that is what happens when you try to force things against the ways of nature. Me planning a trip 10 days in advance would not be a minor deviation from my nature, it would be an absolute crime against it!!
Needless to say, the bubble popped at the last minute.

And that is how I ended up riding a bike on a deserted highway in the middle of the night, headed west, towards the Ghats.
A ride out of the city, a ride back in time(though not too far), and a ride into another generation (truly, a different generation!) - That was what it was, and I must say I quite enjoyed it. Even the interviews!

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All set(i've never seen the fuel guage that full.. quite a memorable occation indeed!!) by toothless_wonder
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The kid gang by toothless_wonder
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The host n hostess :) by toothless_wonder
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Muthappa's enfield of '69. Well, it rode like a bullet indeed! by toothless_wonder
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All smiles!! by toothless_wonder
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Country roads.... Taking me home! by toothless_wonder

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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Saturday, March 11, 2006

1=1 (HR arithmetic)

I ask for resources - and that's what i get!

The good news is that I finished the relase somehow..
I'm gonna have a weekend! Phew!

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Sense is relative.

It rained in Bangalore last night. It was past midnight, and I had just got home.
It rained in Bangalore last night, and all our lights went out.

The irony: We were watching a discussion on TV where they said there would be a lot of cheap nuclear power now, a lot of it, now that president bush has promised us an unlimited supply of fuel. (I think that was a good deal, but I’m not going to talk about it.)

There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel, and that is what keeps you going, they say. That is, if you care – I add. My work still keeps me busy, and I’m not too excited about it anymore. Nothing seems to make a difference. Nothing seems to matter anymore. I don’t think I see any light at the end of any tunnel, Hell, I’m not even looking for one!

I spoke to the Senior HR manager. Gave him figures, told him he can’t complain about the attrition rate, when he wasn’t doing anything about it. I did a root-cause analysis and put forth suggestions – I looked like one of them. I didn’t care.
“Thanks Bala, I think we should be meeting up more often”. “Why, sure..” I said. I haven’t seen him since.

But why am I called the happy man, then, when all this whining makes it look like I don’t have any reason what so ever to be happy? Well, I guess it’s because I’m an optimist, and very generally so. I don’t have pre-stated goals, or a purpose, not in my career, not in life. The only thing I attach any value to I think is the state of well being, which I strongly believe is a state of mind, and has nothing to do with anything tangible. Just a while ago I used to loathe myself for it, but I now know better. I know now that in my own way, that makes me invincible.
That not being subjective makes me flexible, and therefore immune to roadblocks that may come in my way. But it would be unlike me to turnaround and walk back. I would take my time, fight it, bring it down, and I would do it relaxed and at my own leisure.
Like a dog killing a rat. I’m not going to eat it, and I am not bound by duty to kill it, but I will. I’ll take my time, and I’ll enjoy doing it.

I know I’m going to be successful. Don’t ask me to reason for it, because reason happens to be one thing the world has lost.


Random thought for the day:
The left is a bunch of no-good-assholes!