They say nothing's perfect. They say that perfection is merely a direction, not a destination (or something like that). They say perfection is impossible.
Question1: Who the hell are they?
Question2: Who told them (referring to the "they" above) to give their opinions and force it on the world?
Well, i was just going through Apoorva's blog... (apporvadixit.blogspot) He's put up a picture of Amir Khan- All muscular and close cropped hair and a complete non-chocolate boy look. Has he achieved perfection? AK would disagree. Increase the bar. So everytime u reach there, there's more to go? So does this mean there's no satisfaction?
Where do we draw the line? When will we be satisfied (if there is such a thing).
I say that perfection can be achieved. Perfection can be that one perfect solo on your guitar. Perfection can be that perfect consistency of maggi noodles that you cook, with the right amount of butter. Perfection can be achieved... Everywhere... Every time... At every moment of your life, when your living and not dying, your body parts are going about doing their bodily functions with unmatched perfection.
The problem is that we focus too much on the follies... You sneezed once in the day. So we focus on that 5 second sneeze all day (yes, i have an elongated sneeze... its quite amazing) and forget about the remaining 86395 seconds of the day, when your nose behaved itself... Give the organ a lil bit of credit...
Perfection is achievable... Its not the act, but the vision that makes something perfect. Read on...
Monday, October 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
The Matrix Theory
The One.
Trinity.
Sion.
The Choice.
Sound familiar?
Well, this is undoubtedly the best concept to have emerged out of a movie in a long long time. The number of ways this can be related to real life are staggering.
The most fascinating par about this movie is a statement made by the Oracle: "You can only look into your future until your choice." Your future depends upon the choices you make. Sounds simple enough? It is.
Think about it. You are riding your pulsar (ya, I love these analogies). You see a truck taking a turn at the intersection right in front of you. You decide whether u speed up or slow down. Depending upon your decision, you may sail past the truck, come to a shuddering halt or crash like a bug into the windshield. It again sounds like a simple decision based on judgement of speed and distance- something that most of us (me excluded, considering my history of accidents) are gifted with. But it is this decision which will decide whether you leave the area safely, reach your destination 3 minutes late or end your life in a gruesome, albeit dramatic, way.
This is getting kind of morbid now, so lets get back to the original topic. As i was saying, Your choice determines your future. Be it a crucial choice between taking Mechanical Engineering in L. D. Engineering College, or taking the risk of Metallurgical Engineering in M. S. University, or a nominal one like what colour underwear you are gonna wear to office today, every choice does, in some mysterious way, affect the course of your life.
Life gets interesting if you decde to wear that favourite red pair of underpants and then find out, much to your dismay that they are soiled/stinking. This calls for a change of decision, or in this case, a change of underwear. Under all cicumstances, life goes on.
How would choice of underwear affect your life, u ask.
Well, consider the case of a very good friend of mine. 9th standard. Saturday- sports uniform- white pants. Now this gentleman decided, for some godforsaken reason, to wear a pair of white underpants (briefs) with red polka dots. RED POLKA DOTS! (At this point, i wonder, what natural or manmade disaster could have prompted him to even buy such a pair of pants, but then who can understand the human mind? Well, we are trying to do that here. Back to the discussion) Ya, so as I was saying, RED POLKA DOTS!
Well, white school pants tend to get transparent when wet (and so do white T-shirts - thank God for that :) makes for some interesting rainy season scenery) and it rained that day. This gentleman wet hs pants (not literally) and VOILA! There it was for all to see. RED POLKA DOTS! Damn.
Life can get affected big time if you do not choose carefully. Well, his social image went for a resounding six aftr that. Red polka dots will not gain you any respect (unless you are Marilyn Monroe in Gentle men Prefer Blondes - which incidently was a black and white movie- so the colour of the dots on the dress is anybody's guess- I guess red) and needless to say, he lost his. You see, your choice can affect your life in mysterious ways.
But then how do you make your choice?
Well, at the first phase, I use the simplest of all techniques: Elimination. Remove the crap and u r left with gold!
Aah, if only life was that simple. Try this, then move on to a very boring system of careful examination of all possibilities and then selecting the choice with the highest probability of success or the lowest probability of failure.
For example, if in doubt regarding the choice of apparel, go for black. Black always works. If you are heavy, it'll make you look slimmer. If you are skinny, It'll give you volume. Black works in mysterious ways. it has the least probability of failure (very low chances that you wont look good and it matches everything) and the highest probability of success (vice versa from above).
If you find all this too complicated and not worth the effort, then go with the simplest technique: GUT FEELING. This is also known as mood. "Aaj black pehenne ka mood ho raha hai." "Mood for Pizza!" "Lets watch a Himesh movie today!" (Ok the last one is a good choice for a horrifying suicide but well, more on that later.) Obeying your moods whims will ensure that you are happy with your choice and life goes on without complications. Thats how it should be.
Keep it Simple! (Ok, now fingers tired, Germany won the semis, I'm zonked out. its 3 AM... I shall continie this later...)
Cheers!!
Trinity.
Sion.
The Choice.
Sound familiar?
Well, this is undoubtedly the best concept to have emerged out of a movie in a long long time. The number of ways this can be related to real life are staggering.
The most fascinating par about this movie is a statement made by the Oracle: "You can only look into your future until your choice." Your future depends upon the choices you make. Sounds simple enough? It is.
Think about it. You are riding your pulsar (ya, I love these analogies). You see a truck taking a turn at the intersection right in front of you. You decide whether u speed up or slow down. Depending upon your decision, you may sail past the truck, come to a shuddering halt or crash like a bug into the windshield. It again sounds like a simple decision based on judgement of speed and distance- something that most of us (me excluded, considering my history of accidents) are gifted with. But it is this decision which will decide whether you leave the area safely, reach your destination 3 minutes late or end your life in a gruesome, albeit dramatic, way.
This is getting kind of morbid now, so lets get back to the original topic. As i was saying, Your choice determines your future. Be it a crucial choice between taking Mechanical Engineering in L. D. Engineering College, or taking the risk of Metallurgical Engineering in M. S. University, or a nominal one like what colour underwear you are gonna wear to office today, every choice does, in some mysterious way, affect the course of your life.
Life gets interesting if you decde to wear that favourite red pair of underpants and then find out, much to your dismay that they are soiled/stinking. This calls for a change of decision, or in this case, a change of underwear. Under all cicumstances, life goes on.
How would choice of underwear affect your life, u ask.
Well, consider the case of a very good friend of mine. 9th standard. Saturday- sports uniform- white pants. Now this gentleman decided, for some godforsaken reason, to wear a pair of white underpants (briefs) with red polka dots. RED POLKA DOTS! (At this point, i wonder, what natural or manmade disaster could have prompted him to even buy such a pair of pants, but then who can understand the human mind? Well, we are trying to do that here. Back to the discussion) Ya, so as I was saying, RED POLKA DOTS!
Well, white school pants tend to get transparent when wet (and so do white T-shirts - thank God for that :) makes for some interesting rainy season scenery) and it rained that day. This gentleman wet hs pants (not literally) and VOILA! There it was for all to see. RED POLKA DOTS! Damn.
Life can get affected big time if you do not choose carefully. Well, his social image went for a resounding six aftr that. Red polka dots will not gain you any respect (unless you are Marilyn Monroe in Gentle men Prefer Blondes - which incidently was a black and white movie- so the colour of the dots on the dress is anybody's guess- I guess red) and needless to say, he lost his. You see, your choice can affect your life in mysterious ways.
But then how do you make your choice?
Well, at the first phase, I use the simplest of all techniques: Elimination. Remove the crap and u r left with gold!
Aah, if only life was that simple. Try this, then move on to a very boring system of careful examination of all possibilities and then selecting the choice with the highest probability of success or the lowest probability of failure.
For example, if in doubt regarding the choice of apparel, go for black. Black always works. If you are heavy, it'll make you look slimmer. If you are skinny, It'll give you volume. Black works in mysterious ways. it has the least probability of failure (very low chances that you wont look good and it matches everything) and the highest probability of success (vice versa from above).
If you find all this too complicated and not worth the effort, then go with the simplest technique: GUT FEELING. This is also known as mood. "Aaj black pehenne ka mood ho raha hai." "Mood for Pizza!" "Lets watch a Himesh movie today!" (Ok the last one is a good choice for a horrifying suicide but well, more on that later.) Obeying your moods whims will ensure that you are happy with your choice and life goes on without complications. Thats how it should be.
Keep it Simple! (Ok, now fingers tired, Germany won the semis, I'm zonked out. its 3 AM... I shall continie this later...)
Cheers!!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The masterpiece is back!!!
As i was walkin down the road,
carrying my entire huge load,
i stopped to drink water,
wat happened next i'll tell u later..
started my journey with rs.50 in my pocket,
there's a very sexy heroine in hollywood called winslet Kate.
she worked in a movie called titanic,
right now i want an icecream to lick.
icecreams come in many diff flavors,
Like mango,
Be careful or it'll melt n fall on ur lengo..
Then u'll have to give it for dry cleaning,
A bird's hand is called a wing..
Sir wants to question u in private,
Be careful, coz he just might get intimate..
All this can ruin ur fate,
And he might become ur life long mate.
That’ll be difficult coz then it'll be kantaben,
There’s a huge wrist watch in london called bigben..
kaustav is sitting in front of me n he's getting very sleepy,
Water in the pacific ocean is very deepy..
That statement is highly ironical
This poem is getting more n more paradoxical.
This poem does not make any sense,
Still we try to make it highly dense.
Increase in mass decreases the volume,
If the teacher doesn’t know anything, he says-‘assume’
We can either maarofy jhaadoo with a broom..
Or like the American idiot we can vacuum our room.
The woods are lovely dark n deep,
But in the market they’re available real cheap.
When a cockroach comes at her the girl shouts EEEP
Don’t have pepsi alone, alone give me a seeeep
I have miles to go before I sleep
When the tap is leaking, it begins to dreeep..
Now I think its time to go away,
Pls do say HI to my uncle Earnest Hemmingway,
Who lives just down the street..
Keep ur fingers crossed for our next feat.
Two depressed souls in a highly hostile atmosphere of a class room of techo..
(rahul and sandeep)
carrying my entire huge load,
i stopped to drink water,
wat happened next i'll tell u later..
started my journey with rs.50 in my pocket,
there's a very sexy heroine in hollywood called winslet Kate.
she worked in a movie called titanic,
right now i want an icecream to lick.
icecreams come in many diff flavors,
Like mango,
Be careful or it'll melt n fall on ur lengo..
Then u'll have to give it for dry cleaning,
A bird's hand is called a wing..
Sir wants to question u in private,
Be careful, coz he just might get intimate..
All this can ruin ur fate,
And he might become ur life long mate.
That’ll be difficult coz then it'll be kantaben,
There’s a huge wrist watch in london called bigben..
kaustav is sitting in front of me n he's getting very sleepy,
Water in the pacific ocean is very deepy..
That statement is highly ironical
This poem is getting more n more paradoxical.
This poem does not make any sense,
Still we try to make it highly dense.
Increase in mass decreases the volume,
If the teacher doesn’t know anything, he says-‘assume’
We can either maarofy jhaadoo with a broom..
Or like the American idiot we can vacuum our room.
The woods are lovely dark n deep,
But in the market they’re available real cheap.
When a cockroach comes at her the girl shouts EEEP
Don’t have pepsi alone, alone give me a seeeep
I have miles to go before I sleep
When the tap is leaking, it begins to dreeep..
Now I think its time to go away,
Pls do say HI to my uncle Earnest Hemmingway,
Who lives just down the street..
Keep ur fingers crossed for our next feat.
Two depressed souls in a highly hostile atmosphere of a class room of techo..
(rahul and sandeep)
A Band Tale - Part I
Once upon a time, in the far far away land of Ahmedabad, there was this Tall Thin One with long hair and a big nose. He had a crazy passion for drumming. Then there was this other Not So Tall Thin One, who was kinda crazy and loved guitars. These two got together and started off with Summer of 69 and Its my life (absolute classics at that point of time). They jammed and jammed until one fine day, they realized- "What the hell are we doing?"
Then one fine day, the Not So Tall Thin One saw a vision- a vision of God- a God named Iron Maiden. He went out. He bought cds. He saw concerts. He learnt about a new concept- a concept called METAL. And then he realized, that if u want, u can make it Heavy Metal. That was IT. He picked up his guitar and started playing. He played and played until one day VOILA! That was IT! Fear of the Dark! The solo! Every bit of it! The Masterpiece! And this guy had mastered it!
All this while, the Tall Thin One was busy with his feet. He practiced increasing the speed of his double bass. The Not So Tall Thin One got together with the Tall Thin One and just played and magic was created!
Meanwhile, about 200 km from this place, in a small town called Baroda, there was this Dude. He had a dream. A dream of a band which would rock. And rock hard. All he wanted to do was get up there on the stage and make the crowd go crazy. He, like these other two guys, was also into guitars and drums. So he looked around and he found a diamond in the rough. A Kid. He saw that the Kid was a decent guitarist, but needed direction. At that point of time, he was still stuck at Karan Johar classics. He picked up this Kid, polished him and started off a band of his own.
But that was not the end of it. Now after the band of the Dude dissolved, he made the journey to the city of Ahmedabad in search of a future. It was fate that the Tall Thin One was part of the same batch that the Dude was. They met. They talked. The Tall Thin One invited the Dude over to his place for a jam session. There he met the Not So Tall Thin One, an aloof mind-our-own-business type of genius. There he heard Heavy Metal. That gave him a kind of rush nothing else had ever given back. He trudged back to his homeland and told the Kid about this. Things were getting warm.
Then came the winter of 2006. The Dude made the journey to the land of Pune- the land of hot girls with hot legs and sexy boots. He met the Tall Thin One who in turn introduced him to a couple of other guys who already had a band there. They needed a bassist. The Dude had never played bass. But he was ready to de anything for music. So he picked up his bass and started off. Overdrive was formed.
Over the next 6 months, Overdrive became a name to reckon with. With an impressive setlist and a formidable line up, Overdrive was set to rule the world. And soon enough, the Not So Tall Thin One joined. Overdrive was almost complete.
But then disaster struck! Jatin, one of the most prolific guitarists, was taken away. He was called to the land of the Onsite. Kunal, one of the most versatile members of the band (and the lead vox) left the company, the city and consequently the band. This spelt doom for Overdrive. With the Tall Thin One, the Not So Tall Thin One, the Dude and the Kid, it didn't seem much. But it was not to be. In came the Kid. He filled the void that Kunal had left and Overdrive was back on its feet.
They worked hard to fill up the gap left in the band. And in 3 months we saw Soul...
It was a completely new set list... It was a revolution... It was BALLS OF METAL!!!
To be continued...
Then one fine day, the Not So Tall Thin One saw a vision- a vision of God- a God named Iron Maiden. He went out. He bought cds. He saw concerts. He learnt about a new concept- a concept called METAL. And then he realized, that if u want, u can make it Heavy Metal. That was IT. He picked up his guitar and started playing. He played and played until one day VOILA! That was IT! Fear of the Dark! The solo! Every bit of it! The Masterpiece! And this guy had mastered it!
All this while, the Tall Thin One was busy with his feet. He practiced increasing the speed of his double bass. The Not So Tall Thin One got together with the Tall Thin One and just played and magic was created!
Meanwhile, about 200 km from this place, in a small town called Baroda, there was this Dude. He had a dream. A dream of a band which would rock. And rock hard. All he wanted to do was get up there on the stage and make the crowd go crazy. He, like these other two guys, was also into guitars and drums. So he looked around and he found a diamond in the rough. A Kid. He saw that the Kid was a decent guitarist, but needed direction. At that point of time, he was still stuck at Karan Johar classics. He picked up this Kid, polished him and started off a band of his own.
But that was not the end of it. Now after the band of the Dude dissolved, he made the journey to the city of Ahmedabad in search of a future. It was fate that the Tall Thin One was part of the same batch that the Dude was. They met. They talked. The Tall Thin One invited the Dude over to his place for a jam session. There he met the Not So Tall Thin One, an aloof mind-our-own-business type of genius. There he heard Heavy Metal. That gave him a kind of rush nothing else had ever given back. He trudged back to his homeland and told the Kid about this. Things were getting warm.
Then came the winter of 2006. The Dude made the journey to the land of Pune- the land of hot girls with hot legs and sexy boots. He met the Tall Thin One who in turn introduced him to a couple of other guys who already had a band there. They needed a bassist. The Dude had never played bass. But he was ready to de anything for music. So he picked up his bass and started off. Overdrive was formed.
Over the next 6 months, Overdrive became a name to reckon with. With an impressive setlist and a formidable line up, Overdrive was set to rule the world. And soon enough, the Not So Tall Thin One joined. Overdrive was almost complete.
But then disaster struck! Jatin, one of the most prolific guitarists, was taken away. He was called to the land of the Onsite. Kunal, one of the most versatile members of the band (and the lead vox) left the company, the city and consequently the band. This spelt doom for Overdrive. With the Tall Thin One, the Not So Tall Thin One, the Dude and the Kid, it didn't seem much. But it was not to be. In came the Kid. He filled the void that Kunal had left and Overdrive was back on its feet.
They worked hard to fill up the gap left in the band. And in 3 months we saw Soul...
It was a completely new set list... It was a revolution... It was BALLS OF METAL!!!
To be continued...
Life - Part II
Well,
That was my first blog.. ever... I dont know why i took so long to start off... I love giving gyaan... its part of my whole Cancerian persona... I have a lot to talk, and a lot of people who are willing to listen.. what more can i ask for?
So where was I? "Life Rocks". Well it surely does. Nothing else is better. One moment u r down, but the next moment someone comes along and gives you a kick on your backside, reminding you that its YOUR life that should be up and running. I am sorry Mr. Frost sir, but there aint no time to stand and stare. Its fun at times,but suddenly u see the entire world rushing past. Its a race, and winning matters. Set your targets and move ahead. Thats all that counts.
But does it really? what about the finer points in life? where are the important people? where are your lkes and dislikes and hobbies and passions that you had filled up millions of autograph books/scrapboks with? Well, thats where the person you are comes out. Its called managing your priorities. Thats whats important. You need to decide what is important to you. But then is it right to do so?
Now this brings me to my favorite topic. What is Right and Wrong? I have held millions of arguments with my friends- Kaustav, Sangeeta, Rohan, Ankit, Bhvin...
I believe in the theory of relativity. And Democracy.
Lets put it this way. You are on your pulsar riving at 70 KMPH. For a guy on a scooty driving at 40 kmph, you are driving like a maniac! However, for the guy driving that Skoda at 90 who narrowly missed you, you are a bloody slow coach. Relativity.
Everything is relative. Every deed is only as good or bad as the last one. Get it? Well, if you didnt, watch this space for more.
Cheers!
That was my first blog.. ever... I dont know why i took so long to start off... I love giving gyaan... its part of my whole Cancerian persona... I have a lot to talk, and a lot of people who are willing to listen.. what more can i ask for?
So where was I? "Life Rocks". Well it surely does. Nothing else is better. One moment u r down, but the next moment someone comes along and gives you a kick on your backside, reminding you that its YOUR life that should be up and running. I am sorry Mr. Frost sir, but there aint no time to stand and stare. Its fun at times,but suddenly u see the entire world rushing past. Its a race, and winning matters. Set your targets and move ahead. Thats all that counts.
But does it really? what about the finer points in life? where are the important people? where are your lkes and dislikes and hobbies and passions that you had filled up millions of autograph books/scrapboks with? Well, thats where the person you are comes out. Its called managing your priorities. Thats whats important. You need to decide what is important to you. But then is it right to do so?
Now this brings me to my favorite topic. What is Right and Wrong? I have held millions of arguments with my friends- Kaustav, Sangeeta, Rohan, Ankit, Bhvin...
I believe in the theory of relativity. And Democracy.
Lets put it this way. You are on your pulsar riving at 70 KMPH. For a guy on a scooty driving at 40 kmph, you are driving like a maniac! However, for the guy driving that Skoda at 90 who narrowly missed you, you are a bloody slow coach. Relativity.
Everything is relative. Every deed is only as good or bad as the last one. Get it? Well, if you didnt, watch this space for more.
Cheers!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Hello World
Life is wierd... One day you are at the top of your world; the next day you find at your backside screwing you like there's no tomorrow. Thats life...
Peter Ferdinand Drucker , widely considered to be the father of “modern management,” rightly says: "The only thing we know about the future is that it will be different." Well, that is undoubtedly the most exciting part about life. You dont know when its gonna rain next. You don't know when the dog will bark. You don't know when you'll suddenly feel this sudden uncoontrollable urge to pee. All you can do is work around things.
I am an IT geek. We firmly believe in the theory of "copy-paste." Take what you had prepared in the previous module/project/code and copy paste it. And then modify it until the code is right. Thats what we do in life. Pick up from your previous experiences, remember how you behaved there, use similar tactics now- modify as per convenience.
Thats kinda dumb i say. Where is the creativity? Where is the feeling of "Something new"? Its wierd. All our lives we feel like "kuch alag karenge" or "duniya badal denge". How will that happen if you always do what you had done before.
"Typical style" is a common saying. Why should there be a typical style? Be different. Live life your way. Let no one dictate what you do. Because at the end of the day, it is you who have to survive. It is you who has to get up every morning, brush your teeth (optional), smoke that first ciggeratte (not optional), sit on your shit pot (mandatory) and wonder on what colour shirt you are gonna wear, or whether you have enough money in your wallet to buy that packet of ciggies, or how badly your manager wants to screw you today.
Shit, shower, shave, get ready, walk out, go to office, check mails, work (if there is any), get regular bihourly smoke, have lunch, mope around, go home, get into those amazingly comfortable pair of red tommy hilfiger boxers (which cost 500 bucks... Damn! 500 bucks for a pair of underpants)... Watch TV, have dinner and go of to sleep.
Life ROCKS! :D
Cheers!
Rahul Majumdar
Living life to its fullest :)
Peter Ferdinand Drucker , widely considered to be the father of “modern management,” rightly says: "The only thing we know about the future is that it will be different." Well, that is undoubtedly the most exciting part about life. You dont know when its gonna rain next. You don't know when the dog will bark. You don't know when you'll suddenly feel this sudden uncoontrollable urge to pee. All you can do is work around things.
I am an IT geek. We firmly believe in the theory of "copy-paste." Take what you had prepared in the previous module/project/code and copy paste it. And then modify it until the code is right. Thats what we do in life. Pick up from your previous experiences, remember how you behaved there, use similar tactics now- modify as per convenience.
Thats kinda dumb i say. Where is the creativity? Where is the feeling of "Something new"? Its wierd. All our lives we feel like "kuch alag karenge" or "duniya badal denge". How will that happen if you always do what you had done before.
"Typical style" is a common saying. Why should there be a typical style? Be different. Live life your way. Let no one dictate what you do. Because at the end of the day, it is you who have to survive. It is you who has to get up every morning, brush your teeth (optional), smoke that first ciggeratte (not optional), sit on your shit pot (mandatory) and wonder on what colour shirt you are gonna wear, or whether you have enough money in your wallet to buy that packet of ciggies, or how badly your manager wants to screw you today.
Shit, shower, shave, get ready, walk out, go to office, check mails, work (if there is any), get regular bihourly smoke, have lunch, mope around, go home, get into those amazingly comfortable pair of red tommy hilfiger boxers (which cost 500 bucks... Damn! 500 bucks for a pair of underpants)... Watch TV, have dinner and go of to sleep.
Life ROCKS! :D
Cheers!
Rahul Majumdar
Living life to its fullest :)
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