Confused Soul

I am back after a long break but still I believe that I will not be as regular as I was in the past. There are many reasons for it and I am not getting enough time for writing regularly. I hope that everything will get settled in next few weeks and I will write much regularly as I'm doing now days. Also, I am not going to list the changes with me in past few weeks but a change in the attitude of daily-earners of our society.

Foreigners always think India as a land of snack-charmers, the poor and beggars. Though I am not a supporter of this theory but it is true to some extent at least to the beggar thing. Every time you stop at a red light or coming out of a temple a hand will come towards you to beg. Sometimes the owner of that hand carries a baby in her (mostly her) lap or the owner is itself a baby. But what I saw in last few days, since I started going to work on bike riding 45 kilometres daily early in the morning in this winter, I realized that the young genre of these poor has a lot of respect in themselves. In Delhi, it is not common that you get a boy with a cloth in his hand and start clearing your car/bike on a red light. But I have seen a lad daily on a red light clearing people’s vehicle and then forward his hand. Though it is also a forced employment but much better than begging.

Though I didn’t contribute anything but I really admire the self-respect of that boy and hope that other will also get inspired form him.

I read following lines some where from Sarveshwar Dayal Saxena and liked them a lot. I found a trueness in the words of the poet and feel a new strength with in me repeating these lines again and again. I thought of sharing it with you guys and hope the readers will also find it good.

शक्ति अगर सीमित है
तो हर चीज अशक्त भी है,
भुजाएं अगर छोटी है
तो सागर भी सिमटा हुआ है,
सामर्थ्य केवल इच्छा का दूसरा नाम है,
जीवन और म्रत्यु के बीच जो भूमि है,
वो नियति की नही, मेरी है

Don't want to write much...

Just want to show you the collage, my friends presented at my last day @Adobe...


I felt so touched, it was awesome... Sharing office space with you guys made workplace a lot happier :-)

Thanks U guys, will miss U :-)

Because of space crunch, two of my friends share a cubicle in office . They developed a very good understanding sitting in the same cubicle and evolved a new concept of CUBE-CHARA (derived from bhai-chara)... Here are some definitions, 3 of us evolved...

Cube-Chara: Two buffaloes in same cubicle and happily share their food (chara) ...

Derived words:

• Cu(Kyu)-Bechara: (why 2 buffalos are living on the diet of only one)
• Cabin-chara: Ca-bin-chara: ke-bin-chara: BAKRI(hidden)-ke-bin-chara

Anti-cube-chara: I heared this word today and two meanings came in my mind:

1. Two buffaloes share cube but not share chara
2. Two buffaloes in different cubes sahre their chara

But actual meaning, I got from one of the buffaloes, was almost similar to my 1st perception: Two buffaloes share a cube but one buffalo eats all the chara (poor second buffalo na :P)

Currently, what I can see @ orkut is "The guy who reads your fortune lost his psychic powers (and his job). We hope you are feeling lucky."...

How do I suppose to react???

I have seen this strange loo sign at Pizza Hut, sec-18, Noida.


Other than this, I also found the below pic from some pool owners to protect their pools from people who love to pee in the pool...

Why do you hope anything from someone?

Why someone, whom you trust most and to whom you look for support, never lies true to your expectations?

Why someone, whom you can never see upset, is always busy when you need him/her the most?

There are a hundred people lined up on the steps of a stadium, each on a different step, all looking down toward the field so that they can see everyone in front of them, but can't see anyone behind them. Each person will be given either a red or black hat. We know nothing about the total number of red or black hats. Each person will not be able to see the color of his own hat (or the ones behind him), but will be able to see the colors of all the hats in front of him. Starting in the back, the last person will be asked what color hat he is wearing. If he guesses correctly, he will live; if he guesses incorrectly, he will be shot immediately. We will then proceed to the person second from the back, and so on, until we have reached the person on the bottom step. Each person will be able to hear what all the people behind him say, and will also be able to hear which people behind him were shot.

Before we begin this process, the 100 people may meet to discuss a strategy. They can plan whatever they want, but once the line-up begins, they may no longer confer. At each person's turn, he may only say "black" or "red," and no other words -- if he says anything else, all 100 people will be executed. He may also not use tone of voice, volume, etc., to convey any meaning -- this will be detected and they will all be shot.

What strategy will guarantee saving the maximum number of people? What is this number?

PS: I have an answer, using which we can save 99 people with 100% assurance and 1 person with 50% assurance. Let's see how many people you can save.

Prasoon Joshi's poem that he wrote after the Mumbai terror attacks:

Is baar jab woh choti si bachchi mere paas apni kharonch le kar aayegi
Main usey phoo phoo kar nahin behlaoonga
Panapney doonga uski tees ko
Is baar nahin

Is baar jab main chehron par dard likha dekhoonga
Nahin gaoonga geet peeda bhula dene wale
Dard ko risney doonga,utarney doonga andar gehrey
Is baar nahin

Is baar main na marham lagaoonga
Na hi uthaoonga rui ke phahey
Aur na hi kahoonga ki tum aankein band karlo,gardan udhar kar lo main dawa lagata hoon
Dekhney doonga sabko hum sabko khuley nangey ghaav
Is baar nahin

Is baar jab uljhaney dekhoonga,chatpatahat dekhoonga
Nahin daudoonga uljhee door lapetney
Uljhaney doonga jab tak ulajh sake
Is baar nahin

Is baar karm ka hawala de kar nahin uthaoonga auzaar
Nahin karoonga phir se ek nayee shuruaat
Nahin banoonga misaal ek karmyogi ki
Nahin aaney doonga zindagi ko aasani se patri par
Utarney doonga usey keechad main,tedhey medhey raston pe
Nahin sookhney doonga deewaron par laga khoon
Halka nahin padney doonga uska rang
Is baar nahin banney doonga usey itna laachaar
Ki paan ki peek aur khoon ka fark hi khatm ho jaye
Is baar nahin

Is baar ghawon ko dekhna hai
Gaur se
Thoda lambe wakt tak
Kuch faisley
Aur uskey baad hausley
Kahin toh shuruat karni hi hogi
Is baar yahi tay kiya hai

... Prasoon Joshi