The works of Bibhutibhushan Bandopadhyay affected me more than any other authors. Something about his writings touched my heart and molded it. I would grow up to be a different person if I was never introduced to his "Chander Pahar". It was the starting point into the mesmerizing world of Bibhutibhushan for me. Till then his works has taken a hold on me. Given below are only few of his passages from different books....they never seem to lose their charms.
Chander Pahar
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"Bidaye Alvarez bondhu!....Shwadesh-e phire jaoar ei anonder muhurte tomar kothhai aaj mone hochche. Tumi sei doler manush, sara aakash jader ghorer chhad, sara prithibi jader paye cholar poth -- aashirbaad koro tomar moharonyer nirjon shomadhi theke, jano tomar moto hotey pari jibone, omoni shukh-dukkhe nispriho, omoni nirbhik.
Bidaye bondhu Attilio Gatti. Onek jonmer bondhu chhile tumi.
Tomra shobai miley shikhiyechho Chin deshe procholito sei prachin chhoratir shotyota-- Chhader aalsher dibbi chourosh ekkhani tali hoye onor obosthhaye shukhe-shochchonde thhakar cheye sfotik pathor hoye bhenge jaoao bhalo, bhenge jaoao bhalo, bhenge jaoao bhalo."
Pother Panchali
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"Oi jekhane aakasher tole aasharu-durgapur-er bandha shoroker gachher shari kromosho dur hoite dure giya poritechhe, or-i odike jekhane tahader gaa-er poth bakiya aashiya Shonadanga mather modhye uthiyachhe, shekhane pother thik sei mor-tite, graamer praanter buro jamtola-taye tahar didi jano mlanmukhe daraiya tahader railgarir dikey chahiya aache!....
Tahake keu loiya aashe nai, shobai feliya aashiyachhe, didi mara geleo dujoner khela korar potheghate, bashbone, aamtolaye se didike jano etodin kachhe kachhe paiyachhe, didir odrishyo sneho-sporsho chhilo Nischindipur-er bhanga kothabarir proti griho-kone -- aaj kintu shotyo-shotyoi didir shohit tahar chirokaler chharachhari hoiya galo !....
Tahar jano mone hoy didike aar keho bhalobashito na, maa noy, keu noy! Keho tahake chhariya aashite dukhito noy.
Hothath Apur mon ek bichitro onubhutite bhoriya galo. Taha dukkho noy, shok noy, biroho noy, taha ki se jane na. Koto ki mone aashilo olpo ek muhurter modhye ... Atoori daini ... nodir ghat ... tahader kothabarita, ... chalte-tolar poth ... Ranudi ... Koto boikal, koto dupur ... kotodiner koto haashikhela ... Potu ... didir mukh ... didir koto na-meta shaadh ....
Didi akhono ekdrishte chahiya aache ---
Porokkhonei tahar moner modhyer obak bhasha chokher jol-e atyoprokash koriya jano ei kothai baar baar bolite chahilo -- aami chaini didi, aami toke bhulini, ichche kore feleo aashini -- ora aamaye niye jachche.
Shotyoi se bhule nai.
Uttorjibone nilkuntola sagormekhola dhoronir shonge tahar khub ghonishtho porichoy ghotiyachhilo. Kintu jokhoni gotir puloke tahar sara deho shihoriya uthite thakito, shomudrogaami jahajer deck hoite proti muhurte nil aakasher nobo nobo mayaroop chokhe porito, hoyto drakkha-kunjo-beshtito kon nil porbotshanu shomudrer bilin chokrobaal shimaye dur hoite dure khin hoiya porito, durer osposhto aabchhaya-dekhite-paoa belabhumi ek protibhashali sursroshtar protibhar daaner moto mohamodhur kuhok-er srishti korito tahar bhabmoy mone -- tokhoni, ei shob shomoyei, tahar mone porito ek ghonoborshar raate, obisranto brishtir shobder modhye ek purano kothar ondhokaar ghore, rogshojyagrostho ek paragaayer gorib ghorer meyer kotha --
-- Apu, sere uthle aamaye ekdin railgari dekhabi?
Majherpara station-er distant signal-khana dekhite dekhite kotodure osposhto hoite hoite sheshe milaiya galo."
Pother Panchali
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"Oi aastaboler mathaye je aakashta, ori opare purbodike bohudure tahader Nischindipur.
Aaj kotodin se Nischindipur dakhe nai -- t-i-n botshor! Kotokaal!
Se jane, Nischindipur tahake dine-raate shob shomoy daake, Shankharipukur daak daye, bashbonta daak daye, Sonadanga math daak daye, Kodomtolar shayeber ghaat daak daye, Debi Bishalakkhi daak dan.
Poro vitar mishto lebu fuler gondhe shojnetolar chhayaye chhayaye aabar kobe gotibidhi? Aabar kobe tahader barir dharer shirish shondali bone pakhir daak?
Etodine tahader sekhane Ichhamotite borshar dhol namiyachhe. Ghater potha shimul tolaye jol uthiyachhe. Jhope jhope nata-kata, bonkolmir ful dhoriyachhe. Bon oporajitar nil fule boner matha chhaoa.
Tahader graamer ghat-tate kuch-jhoper pashe Rajukaka hoyto etokkhone tahar obhyeshmoto obelaye snan korite namiyachhe, chalte-pokar bake notun koshar boner dhare dhare Akrur majhi machh dhoribar doari patiyachhe, aaj shekhankar haat-baar, thakurjhi-pukurer sei botgachhtar pichhone digonte kono ranga aaguner fenar moto surjyo osto jaitechhe, aar tahar-i tolakar methopoth bahiya gramer chhele Potu, Nilu, Tinu, Bhola shob haat koriya firitechhe.
Etokkhone tader bone-ghera barir uthan-tate ghono chhaya poriya ashitechhe, kich kich koriya pakhi daakitechhe, sei mishto nishyobdo shanto boikaal -- sei holde pakhita aajo aashiya pachiler uporer konchir daal-tate sei rokom boshe, maayer haate pota lebucharatate hoyto etodin lebu folitechhe......
Aaro kichhukkhon pore tahader se vitaye shondhyer ondhokaar hoiya jaibe, kintu se shondhaye keho saanj jhalibe na, prodip dekhaibe na, roopkotha bolibe na. Jonohin vitar uthan-bhora kaalmegher jongole jhijhi poka daakibe, gobhir raatre pichhoner ghono bone jogdumurer gachhe lokkhipechar rob shona jaibe...keho konodin sedik maraibe na, gobhir jongole chapa-pora maayer se lebugachhtar shondhan keho konodin janibe na, or-kolmir ful futiya aapna-aapni jhoriya poribe, kul nona mithyai pakibe, holde-dana tero pakhita kandiya kandiya phiribe.
Boner dhare se opurbo mayamoy boikaalguli michhamichhi-i namibe chirodin.
Obela ek uthan loker shommukhe bina-bichare maar khaiao tahar chokh diya ek phota jol bahir hoy nai, kintu akhon nirjon ghorer janlata-te eka eka daraiya hothath se kandiya aakul hoilo, uchchhoshito chokher jol jhor-jhor koriya poriya tahar shundor kopol bhashaiya ditei chokh muchhite haat uthaiya aakul shure mone mone bolilo -- Aamader jano Nischindipur fera hoy--bhogobaan--tumi ei koro, thik jano Nischindipur jaoa hoy--noile bachbo na--paye pori tomar--
Pother debota proshonno hashiye bolen -- Murkho balok, poth to aamar shesh hoyni tomader graamer basher bone, thangare Biru Rayer bot-tolaye ki Dholchiter kheyaghater shimanaye? Tomader Shonadanga math chhariye, Ichhamoti paar hoye, podmofule bhora Modhukhali biler pash katiye, Betrobotir kheyaye pari diye, poth aamar chole galo saamne, saamne, shudhui saamne... desh chhere bidesher dike, shurjyodoy chhere shurjaster dike, janar gondi eriye oporichoyer uddeshye....
Din raatri paar hoye, jonmo moron paar hoye, maash, borsho, monnontor, mohajug paar hoye chole jaye....tomader jibon-shopno sheola-chhatar dole bhore aashe, poth aamar tokhono furoye na... chole...chole...chole... egiyei chole...
Anirban taar bina shone shudhu ananta kaal aar ananta aakash..
Se pother bichitro aanondo-jatrar odrishyo tilok tomar lolate poriyei to tomaye ghorchhara kore enechhi!...
Cholo egiye jai."
Monday, April 10, 2006
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Lord of the Rings
Finished reading the books once again. And saw the movies too. This seems to have become a habit. Every 3 months or so, I'd get this terrible urge to see the movies again. After seeing them, I'd get this terrible urge to read the books again. And after many hours of breakneck reading, when I finally finish all 4 books, I'd just have to see the movies again!
Something in this epic story of middle earth and all its fantastic tales seem to haunt me, shake me. I don't know exactly what I feel, can't find any particular word for it. J R R Tolkien was a man of immense talent. He brought a world, which doesn't exists, to life. Not only he saw it himself, he made millions others to see it. Peter Jackson's film just made it more accessible and publicised (the movies captured the spirit and tone of the books very well).
This is one of the very few stories where love plays a minor role. Courage, bravery, friendship and hope are the true heroes of this story. Its true that the story does have quite a number of love stories interwoven into it (Aragorn and Arwen being the most prominent), yet those are only substories, kept at the indices.
The sheer amount of writing J R R Tolkien did on this topic is quite amazing too. His son did many of the great edit works and compilations, but the real work was done by the master himself. The way he built layers of stories, starting from the first age, to the fourth....one just can't help but feel overwhelmed. It is unbelievable that this world did not exist...it was all made up (there are middle earth entusiats who REALLY believe that the world exists/existed. There are many strange theories supporting this, including the famous "Hollow earth" theory). I myself, knowing fully well that this is a work of fiction, sometimes can't help but feel that how wonderful it would be if this world existed. Every time I finish reading the books or finish watching the movies, I end up feeling sad. As if I want this story never to end, never to fade. There lies the magic of Lord of the Rings.
Something in this epic story of middle earth and all its fantastic tales seem to haunt me, shake me. I don't know exactly what I feel, can't find any particular word for it. J R R Tolkien was a man of immense talent. He brought a world, which doesn't exists, to life. Not only he saw it himself, he made millions others to see it. Peter Jackson's film just made it more accessible and publicised (the movies captured the spirit and tone of the books very well).
This is one of the very few stories where love plays a minor role. Courage, bravery, friendship and hope are the true heroes of this story. Its true that the story does have quite a number of love stories interwoven into it (Aragorn and Arwen being the most prominent), yet those are only substories, kept at the indices.
The sheer amount of writing J R R Tolkien did on this topic is quite amazing too. His son did many of the great edit works and compilations, but the real work was done by the master himself. The way he built layers of stories, starting from the first age, to the fourth....one just can't help but feel overwhelmed. It is unbelievable that this world did not exist...it was all made up (there are middle earth entusiats who REALLY believe that the world exists/existed. There are many strange theories supporting this, including the famous "Hollow earth" theory). I myself, knowing fully well that this is a work of fiction, sometimes can't help but feel that how wonderful it would be if this world existed. Every time I finish reading the books or finish watching the movies, I end up feeling sad. As if I want this story never to end, never to fade. There lies the magic of Lord of the Rings.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Power cut
It had been a busy day at the office. It was almost 11:30 at night when my taxi drove into my neighborhood. And immediately I realised, there was a powercut. The whole neighborhood was dark...the roads were empty. I left the taxi on the main road and started walking. I was finding it quite difficult to see where I was going, but the human body is a fantastic machine, soon I was able to see things. There was a half moon in the sky, getting covered from time to time by sparse clouds.
I reached the lake and turned left. As I walked past the lamp post with the notice "Do not dump garbage here" (which was too dark to read now) I realized how quiet the place is. There were no birds, no loud television, no car horn, not even the cry of a stray dog. And the so well known neighborhood of mine suddenly felt strange and alien. I've never seen the place like this. It was like I was in some strange and unknown country...all by myself.
I felt strange feelings rise inside me, too strange and unknown to be put into words. It was as if I was not myself any more. I was not walking on my way to home. I was suddenly Shankar, walking down the Kalahari, the numbing coldness of night dessert around me. Moonlight lighting my path. Long distance away, on the horizon I see mount Kilimanjaro. Somewhere behind me I've left the diamond cave and my friend Diego Alvarez, lying down finally, below the great Baobab, where the wind and the jungle will keep watch. Search for glory, search for fortune...at death they end.
Or maybe I was Aragorn, son of Arathorn.....Riding upon the open field of Pelennor. Anduril, the flame of the west, on my waist. The white city of Minas Tirith lies behind me. My road leads to Barad dur, passed Osgiliath and the black gate and the plain of Gorgoroth, where the great eye of Sauron never sleeps. Many a friend lies behind, many enemies. Destiny calls me forward.....yet return I shall, Arwen awaits me.
"From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
Or perhaps I was Ronald Deschain....the last Gunslinger of the world. The two revolvers with heavy ivory handles rest peacefully in my belt. Waiting to get unleashed, waiting to kill. The dark tower of my dreams, the very core of existence of the worlds, lies somewhere across the vast land of the decaying midworld. My path leads me there forever. Alone I travel. At the dark tower, the nexus of the universe, shall I find my salvation, the answer to every question. The whole world in a single rose.
My reverie broke as I came to my home. At the same moment, the power came back, flooding the world with light and the strange world vanished. Lost but not gone. It'll stay hidden under the cover of light. And every once in a while, when I least expect it, it'll come out and surround me. It'll take me out of this world of materials and misery and bring me once again to the jungles of Africa, to the forests of Lothlorien, to the rosefield under the dark tower. Once again I'll drop the pen and pick up the sword. The known world would vanish and will be replaced by the magical world of imagination.
I reached the lake and turned left. As I walked past the lamp post with the notice "Do not dump garbage here" (which was too dark to read now) I realized how quiet the place is. There were no birds, no loud television, no car horn, not even the cry of a stray dog. And the so well known neighborhood of mine suddenly felt strange and alien. I've never seen the place like this. It was like I was in some strange and unknown country...all by myself.
I felt strange feelings rise inside me, too strange and unknown to be put into words. It was as if I was not myself any more. I was not walking on my way to home. I was suddenly Shankar, walking down the Kalahari, the numbing coldness of night dessert around me. Moonlight lighting my path. Long distance away, on the horizon I see mount Kilimanjaro. Somewhere behind me I've left the diamond cave and my friend Diego Alvarez, lying down finally, below the great Baobab, where the wind and the jungle will keep watch. Search for glory, search for fortune...at death they end.
Or maybe I was Aragorn, son of Arathorn.....Riding upon the open field of Pelennor. Anduril, the flame of the west, on my waist. The white city of Minas Tirith lies behind me. My road leads to Barad dur, passed Osgiliath and the black gate and the plain of Gorgoroth, where the great eye of Sauron never sleeps. Many a friend lies behind, many enemies. Destiny calls me forward.....yet return I shall, Arwen awaits me.
"From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
Or perhaps I was Ronald Deschain....the last Gunslinger of the world. The two revolvers with heavy ivory handles rest peacefully in my belt. Waiting to get unleashed, waiting to kill. The dark tower of my dreams, the very core of existence of the worlds, lies somewhere across the vast land of the decaying midworld. My path leads me there forever. Alone I travel. At the dark tower, the nexus of the universe, shall I find my salvation, the answer to every question. The whole world in a single rose.
My reverie broke as I came to my home. At the same moment, the power came back, flooding the world with light and the strange world vanished. Lost but not gone. It'll stay hidden under the cover of light. And every once in a while, when I least expect it, it'll come out and surround me. It'll take me out of this world of materials and misery and bring me once again to the jungles of Africa, to the forests of Lothlorien, to the rosefield under the dark tower. Once again I'll drop the pen and pick up the sword. The known world would vanish and will be replaced by the magical world of imagination.
Monday, April 03, 2006
A day in the life of a software Engineer
8:00 am - Alarm goes off....shut down alarm and go back to sleep.
8:23 am - Wake up suddenly, the snooze timer of the internal alarm just went off. Also because the dog has been licking the hand.
8:24 am - Curse silently ("s*it, its morning already").
8:30 am - Check mail...just spam...damn!
9:00 am - After a brief shower, have a brief breakfast.
9:05 am - Go out...what a beautiful day! And you get to spend it fully looking at a monitor.
9:10 am - Wait for auto.
9:15 am - Wait for auto..all full.
9:20 am - Wait for auto. Curse.
9:25 am - Wrestle a sit in the auto from a elderly person ("When will the young generation learn to respect elders!?")
9:30 am - Bus stand....long queue....oh joy!
9:45 am - Lucky break! Got a sit...though its on the right side of the bus, where the sun shines throughout the journey. But still...will get to sleep.
10:21 am - Get down from bus. Office beckons.
10:24 am - Sign in.
10:30 am - Coffee break.
10:40 am - Boot up computer. Check mail. All spam....crap!
10:45 am - First compilation error of the day ("Undefined symbol")....going to be a long day.
11:00 am - Code runs successfully....Yay! Whoohooo....oh! Wait. Whats this? "Segmentation fault"?! Aaarrrgh!
11:45 am - Machine hangs! Swear. Writing device drivers are a pain in the a**.
11:46 am - Machine booting up....coffee break.
12:10 am - Put 'printk's all over the code. Need to debug.
12:30 pm - Found bug (structure pointer pointing to NULL).
1:01 pm - Where did this 'Authentication request' packet come from? Why the hell is it encrypted? This shouldn't happen....check packet dump.
1:23 pm - Can't figure out. Check mail. 3 forwarded mails....yes!! (Santa-banta jokes, Help the blood cancer patient, Ice festival pics).
1:35 pm - Enough work. Gift self lunch break.
1:40 pm - Canteen full....wait...sigh.
1:53 pm - Lunch at last. Coffee & cold sandwitch (cheese, no chicken allowed)....what fun!
2:15 pm - Back to desk. Look again at packet dump.
2:45 pm - Wake up suddenly! Sh*t! Hope no one noticed.
2:53 pm - Wake up again....damn! Go out to walk for a while.
3:00 pm - Walk around and look at girls at road.
3:10 pm - Refreshed! Look again at packet dump.....ah! Shouldn't be setting this bit to 1. Rectify.
3:16 pm - Damn! Damn! Still getting encrypted packets. Damn!
3:24 pm - Read the IEEE standard again....what's going wrong?
4:00 pm - Head spinning. So many clauses and subclauses...no useful information at all. Coffee break.
4:05 pm - Go see what the friends are doing. One reviewing design doc ("Why is this Arial narrow and not Times new roman?"), one coding ("How do you get the IP Address out of a mixed string?"), one is playing Sudoku (Smart guy!), one on phone (fishfishfishfish), one looking at router scripts (noshutdown!). Gossip for some time.
4:16 pm - PM coming...back to seat.
4:27 pm - What's wrong? What's wrong? Why encrypted? God! Give me a break!
5:30 pm - Search net for solution.....
5:47 pm - Not a single useful link. These open source stuff are really messy. No documentation.
6:03 pm - Feeling tired. Want to go home.
6:15 pm - Look blankly at code. Not even trying to understand.
6:30 pm - Coffee break.
6:48 pm - Try random things....start packet capturing....stop packet capturing.....restart machine....walk around looking busy.....check mail (nothing).... go see what the others doing (gone home mostly)...... curse.
7:15 pm - Enough! A man can only do so much and no more. Shut down machine.
7:18 pm - Slip out of office trying to be unnoticed.
7:21 pm - Auto line....looooong line.....
7:32 pm - Just 2 more autos! Come on God...give me this much at least...come on!
7:35 pm - Come on man! Just one more! Why are you putting me through this? God! You're one saddistic SOB.
7:36 pm - Auto! Sorry God about that...I take it back.
7:43 pm - Busstop looking like bookfair...so many people.
7:50 pm - Another C-16? Come on! This is absurd! Where's all the S9s?
8:05 pm - S9!! Jump in! Jump in!
8:06 pm - Can't believe couldn't get on that! Swear.
8:10 pm - Another S9!!! What a miracle! Get in!
8:23 pm - Hey! That girl looks cute! I hope I get to sit beside her.
8:24 pm - Oops! The boy next to her is her boyfriend. Looks like a baboon.
8:33 pm - Stop pushing man! Want me to go out of the window?
8:40 pm - Cute girl gone. Baboon man gone with her. This world is so unfair.
8:47 pm - Home stoppage. At last!
8:53 pm - Home...cold water...sofa....fan....dog....maa.
9:10 pm - Shower....cold.
9:30 pm - Read newspaper.
10:01 pm - SMS friend ("Hows life?").
10:02 pm - Get reply ("Crap.").
10:23 pm - Dinner.
10:51 pm - Login to internet. Fun begins....at last.
12:33 am - Fun ends.
12:37 am - Time to go to sleep, got office tomorrow. Set alarm clock for 8:00 am.
12:40 am - Turn off light. What a day! God! Give me strength to go through this again tomorrow. Can't wait to retire.
12:46 am - Goto sleep....dreaming of the cute girl.
8:23 am - Wake up suddenly, the snooze timer of the internal alarm just went off. Also because the dog has been licking the hand.
8:24 am - Curse silently ("s*it, its morning already").
8:30 am - Check mail...just spam...damn!
9:00 am - After a brief shower, have a brief breakfast.
9:05 am - Go out...what a beautiful day! And you get to spend it fully looking at a monitor.
9:10 am - Wait for auto.
9:15 am - Wait for auto..all full.
9:20 am - Wait for auto. Curse.
9:25 am - Wrestle a sit in the auto from a elderly person ("When will the young generation learn to respect elders!?")
9:30 am - Bus stand....long queue....oh joy!
9:45 am - Lucky break! Got a sit...though its on the right side of the bus, where the sun shines throughout the journey. But still...will get to sleep.
10:21 am - Get down from bus. Office beckons.
10:24 am - Sign in.
10:30 am - Coffee break.
10:40 am - Boot up computer. Check mail. All spam....crap!
10:45 am - First compilation error of the day ("Undefined symbol")....going to be a long day.
11:00 am - Code runs successfully....Yay! Whoohooo....oh! Wait. Whats this? "Segmentation fault"?! Aaarrrgh!
11:45 am - Machine hangs! Swear. Writing device drivers are a pain in the a**.
11:46 am - Machine booting up....coffee break.
12:10 am - Put 'printk's all over the code. Need to debug.
12:30 pm - Found bug (structure pointer pointing to NULL).
1:01 pm - Where did this 'Authentication request' packet come from? Why the hell is it encrypted? This shouldn't happen....check packet dump.
1:23 pm - Can't figure out. Check mail. 3 forwarded mails....yes!! (Santa-banta jokes, Help the blood cancer patient, Ice festival pics).
1:35 pm - Enough work. Gift self lunch break.
1:40 pm - Canteen full....wait...sigh.
1:53 pm - Lunch at last. Coffee & cold sandwitch (cheese, no chicken allowed)....what fun!
2:15 pm - Back to desk. Look again at packet dump.
2:45 pm - Wake up suddenly! Sh*t! Hope no one noticed.
2:53 pm - Wake up again....damn! Go out to walk for a while.
3:00 pm - Walk around and look at girls at road.
3:10 pm - Refreshed! Look again at packet dump.....ah! Shouldn't be setting this bit to 1. Rectify.
3:16 pm - Damn! Damn! Still getting encrypted packets. Damn!
3:24 pm - Read the IEEE standard again....what's going wrong?
4:00 pm - Head spinning. So many clauses and subclauses...no useful information at all. Coffee break.
4:05 pm - Go see what the friends are doing. One reviewing design doc ("Why is this Arial narrow and not Times new roman?"), one coding ("How do you get the IP Address out of a mixed string?"), one is playing Sudoku (Smart guy!), one on phone (fishfishfishfish), one looking at router scripts (noshutdown!). Gossip for some time.
4:16 pm - PM coming...back to seat.
4:27 pm - What's wrong? What's wrong? Why encrypted? God! Give me a break!
5:30 pm - Search net for solution.....
5:47 pm - Not a single useful link. These open source stuff are really messy. No documentation.
6:03 pm - Feeling tired. Want to go home.
6:15 pm - Look blankly at code. Not even trying to understand.
6:30 pm - Coffee break.
6:48 pm - Try random things....start packet capturing....stop packet capturing.....restart machine....walk around looking busy.....check mail (nothing).... go see what the others doing (gone home mostly)...... curse.
7:15 pm - Enough! A man can only do so much and no more. Shut down machine.
7:18 pm - Slip out of office trying to be unnoticed.
7:21 pm - Auto line....looooong line.....
7:32 pm - Just 2 more autos! Come on God...give me this much at least...come on!
7:35 pm - Come on man! Just one more! Why are you putting me through this? God! You're one saddistic SOB.
7:36 pm - Auto! Sorry God about that...I take it back.
7:43 pm - Busstop looking like bookfair...so many people.
7:50 pm - Another C-16? Come on! This is absurd! Where's all the S9s?
8:05 pm - S9!! Jump in! Jump in!
8:06 pm - Can't believe couldn't get on that! Swear.
8:10 pm - Another S9!!! What a miracle! Get in!
8:23 pm - Hey! That girl looks cute! I hope I get to sit beside her.
8:24 pm - Oops! The boy next to her is her boyfriend. Looks like a baboon.
8:33 pm - Stop pushing man! Want me to go out of the window?
8:40 pm - Cute girl gone. Baboon man gone with her. This world is so unfair.
8:47 pm - Home stoppage. At last!
8:53 pm - Home...cold water...sofa....fan....dog....maa.
9:10 pm - Shower....cold.
9:30 pm - Read newspaper.
10:01 pm - SMS friend ("Hows life?").
10:02 pm - Get reply ("Crap.").
10:23 pm - Dinner.
10:51 pm - Login to internet. Fun begins....at last.
12:33 am - Fun ends.
12:37 am - Time to go to sleep, got office tomorrow. Set alarm clock for 8:00 am.
12:40 am - Turn off light. What a day! God! Give me strength to go through this again tomorrow. Can't wait to retire.
12:46 am - Goto sleep....dreaming of the cute girl.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Future
Can future be predicted? Some will say yes, some will say no...some will say "Who gives a s**t?". I don't know the correct answer. What I'll try to do here is list some events which I think will come to pass ... say ...in 20 years from this day. So, this is how I think the world I know today will be 20 years down the line. If this post survives all those years, maybe we'll get a chance to see how much I got right!
- India will win the Cricket world cup, at least once!
- Genetics will be advanced enough so that we can modify ourselves the way we want. As a result a new regulatory body will be formed to monitor and control. However, as every rule has a loophole, there'll be illegal ways to get genetic modifications.
- Technology will be evolved enough to have us use holographic projections of us instead of phones. We'll be able to visit and see people and places right from our living room.
- Television will become 3D. We'll be able to experience virtual reality to its fullest extent.
- Digital effects will make the directors create their own actors and actresses, without any noticeable difference from the human actors/actresses. This will also result in digital copies of famous actors/actresses, perhaps even the ones who are dead! And ofcourse, this will lead to illegal copies of famous actors/actresses, which everyone can just download from the net and use (not always with good intention).
- Mental illness will increase. There'll be more mental patients than physically ill.
- Nanotechnology will enable us to perform miraculous tasks, from deep space exploration to curing deadly diseases.
- Mars will be conquered.
- Indian economy will surpass US.
- Cancer and AIDS will be curable. However, as always, there'll be new uncurable, deadlier diseases.
- Drinking water crisis will emerge all the the world.
- My friends will be married and settled all over the country and the world.
- Me? Well....I've been always told that I've a short lifeline.
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