Tuesday, August 05, 2003
My lunch break is waxing at the speed of light, and I have the luxury of the last 3 minutes to get something here "on paper". Before I move further, rhea, nina and aashoo .. thanks for having been there, seen that and left a note. However much you tell yourself that you don't write for recognition, there's a soft spot in the ego that definitely feels better when you know someone felt good coz of what you wrote.
Today had a wonderful start. One of my articles is finally on print. I would have wanted the first one to be in the Hindu Opinion Section, or in the cover pages of the India Today magazine. But, it's a modest start ... a start, still :) And before I could bask in that glory, thud comes a mail from my "boss" asking me to login to yahoo messenger's voice conference with my collaborators ... where they were singing sermons praising the pillars of platform independence. And god said, son you have had enough and the whole network goes down :) Shukriya mai baap! and off I am blogging my way through in a notepad. Mondays have never been my favorites. The weekend's magic takes its own sweet time to wear off my back. And when you spend a weekend like what I did ... enjoying romeo and juliet's love lores with a hot cup of "cafe au lait" sitting next to that huge window letting drops of the first summer showers sprinkle into my coffee, and reaching out from the second floor to save the suicidal rain drops from ending their lives; And when the rain ends, taking a walk through the empty roads intoxicated by the aroma of earth and sending a few drops to infinity by free-kicking them to the nearest lamp post; Sitting next to the old guy in the roadside singing with a harmonica and clapping for a minute and dropping a few cents once he's done to make him feel like the king of the world; Dozing off in the black leather couch watching 'friends' till late in the night, letting just your nostrills see the rest of the world through your warm blanket; Do all those and come back on monday to work on a "Platform independent unified architecture for Knowledge exchange" is definitely not a smooth transition don't you think :(
Anyways, that's life and I know it's neither the rain drops nor the guy with the harmonica who give me my daily bread. It's my Boss! Sometimes, it's amusing how what you say affects what you think. True most of the time, you say what you think .. .but so many times it happens to me that, what I say affects how I feel about something. And when I tell my friends here what amazing work I am doing, and what fantastic family I have, and how lucky I've been in life ... I surely feel better. Of course much better than how I feel when I crib my way to glory. All said and done, I know I've been destiny's favorite child. Sometimes when I actually crib, I seriously visualise god (if you are wondering how he looks like, he's tall, croggy, has a flowing white beard, is dressed in white and is very bright :)) looking at me with piercing eyes and I tell him, "just this one time. I feel good when I do that". Reminds me of something even more childlike .... when I was a kid my mom once told me that people who wake up and go to bed again out of laziness are punished by god. So, back when I was young, if I wake up suddenly and wanted to go to bed again ... I used to tell god to forgive me this one time as I am really feeling tired. Today, it was 7:30 and I wanted to sleep for some more time. I caught myself telling god to excuse me for the next 30 minutes :) old habits .. don't die at all. Oops .. my prof's online now and wants to talk with me. Ciao! Ciao!
¶ 12:24 AM
Today had a wonderful start. One of my articles is finally on print. I would have wanted the first one to be in the Hindu Opinion Section, or in the cover pages of the India Today magazine. But, it's a modest start ... a start, still :) And before I could bask in that glory, thud comes a mail from my "boss" asking me to login to yahoo messenger's voice conference with my collaborators ... where they were singing sermons praising the pillars of platform independence. And god said, son you have had enough and the whole network goes down :) Shukriya mai baap! and off I am blogging my way through in a notepad. Mondays have never been my favorites. The weekend's magic takes its own sweet time to wear off my back. And when you spend a weekend like what I did ... enjoying romeo and juliet's love lores with a hot cup of "cafe au lait" sitting next to that huge window letting drops of the first summer showers sprinkle into my coffee, and reaching out from the second floor to save the suicidal rain drops from ending their lives; And when the rain ends, taking a walk through the empty roads intoxicated by the aroma of earth and sending a few drops to infinity by free-kicking them to the nearest lamp post; Sitting next to the old guy in the roadside singing with a harmonica and clapping for a minute and dropping a few cents once he's done to make him feel like the king of the world; Dozing off in the black leather couch watching 'friends' till late in the night, letting just your nostrills see the rest of the world through your warm blanket; Do all those and come back on monday to work on a "Platform independent unified architecture for Knowledge exchange" is definitely not a smooth transition don't you think :(
Anyways, that's life and I know it's neither the rain drops nor the guy with the harmonica who give me my daily bread. It's my Boss! Sometimes, it's amusing how what you say affects what you think. True most of the time, you say what you think .. .but so many times it happens to me that, what I say affects how I feel about something. And when I tell my friends here what amazing work I am doing, and what fantastic family I have, and how lucky I've been in life ... I surely feel better. Of course much better than how I feel when I crib my way to glory. All said and done, I know I've been destiny's favorite child. Sometimes when I actually crib, I seriously visualise god (if you are wondering how he looks like, he's tall, croggy, has a flowing white beard, is dressed in white and is very bright :)) looking at me with piercing eyes and I tell him, "just this one time. I feel good when I do that". Reminds me of something even more childlike .... when I was a kid my mom once told me that people who wake up and go to bed again out of laziness are punished by god. So, back when I was young, if I wake up suddenly and wanted to go to bed again ... I used to tell god to forgive me this one time as I am really feeling tired. Today, it was 7:30 and I wanted to sleep for some more time. I caught myself telling god to excuse me for the next 30 minutes :) old habits .. don't die at all. Oops .. my prof's online now and wants to talk with me. Ciao! Ciao!
¶ 12:24 AM
