Slob days

I've been playing the classic American slob the past few days. I've spent more time with my playstation than with people, nights usually extend into the wee hours of the next day. The only thing that drags me away from it is wanting to meet Ved, putting him to sleep is sometimes equally challenging as certain chapters in Resident Evil, definitely more satisfying I should say. Not having a lady in the house takes its toll on orderliness. The slob's days are numbered though, I'm throwing him out of the window soon. In a few days, I become a traveller. They say the best traveller is one who has no plans, the next 3 weeks should see a lot of journeying.

End of a chapter

It happened silently, the severance of the relationship, the end of my association with one of India's largest software service providers. As of 10 Aug 2007, 1700 hours, my employment with the organisation stood terminated. The network adminstrator effortlessly deactivated my ID with a single click of the mouse, it symbolised the end of a 5 year association. I have been asked quite often whether it was hard. I wouldn't call it hard, but I may miss a few things solely because the daily functions of swiping in, meals/coffees at the foodcourts, browsing the intranet, ...etc had become a part of life. What is hard instead is leaving behind the friends who had come to mean so much to me in this span of time. I was touched by the gifts and emails, I couldn't fathom that I meant so much to a few people. That was my greatest honour as I left the gates of the sprawling campus.
Hi I'm Suneel, I'm 27 and unemployed..... and the world has never looked better.

Rise!

He couldn't hurt a fly, he was a lady's best friend, he would go out of his way to help people. He epitomised respect, for he had it for all. He was intoxicated neither by power, wealth or wine. If one had to spell a bad quality of his there would be none. His ego is virtually absent......................I despise him.
Given a chance I would crush him, I would send him to the depths of the netherworld to rot, for he is a disgrace to the spirit of man. As Ayn Rand has implied, it is man's ego that is the fountain head of human progress. I would respect an honourable enemy more than a spineless friend. A man unable to stand up for himself, can never be entrusted with leadership.
So rise my men, strike out, the strongest and the most righteous amongst us shall survive.

Towards the light

It was dark, very dark, and I never knew whether I had gone blind or whether the sun had abandoned this world. The perpetual darkness brought along with it a perpetual state of anxiety as well. I drifted in and out of sleep, I couldn't know whether it was day or night. Almost always I was awakened by the loud flapping of wings. Some great winged creature roamed the skies, and I could never be sure whether there were more than one. It's presence was ominous, and I remained as still as I could whenever I heard those wings. At times, for a fleeting instance I could see a flicker of light. However it would almost immediately be obliterated by this blanket of darkness. I gave up trying to figure if my vision was being restored, or whether the clouds had parted to give me a glimpse of the sun. Some beast howled in the distance, was he as lonely as I was?
I was constantly driven by the desire to run, but my fears prevented me from venturing too far. It didn't take long before I finally overcame them. I knew not why I ran, but I just did with all my strength. I only stopped when I ran out of breath, or when I heard the wings. They were everywhere and I couldn't escape them. Maybe they were as blind as I was, because no matter how close they seemed to be at times, when I remained motionless I went undetected.
There were days I fell and injured myself. I could never know how bad the injury was. The only indicator was the pain, when it dissipated I assumed I had healed. The silence as well as the cacophony of the darkness competed with each other to capture my mind with the grip of insanity. I resisted.
Then one day, my feet lifted off the ground. I stretched my toes as much as I could to feel the earth . But they couldn't. I didn't feel like I was falling, and I couldn't imagine I could fly. The flapping sound returned louder than ever and I couldn't hide. But unlike previous times, this time it did not subside. Then it dawned, the wings that displaced the air around them were mine. I soared into the darkness that the skies had become. When I looked down I could see silhouettes of my kind, I didn't know where they would fly to. I looked up and saw the same flicker of light again, it seemed a little closer this time.
The journey thus began, a flight in search of the light....

Give us the news!

Who gives a damn if Paris Hilton goes to or gets out of jail?
Who gives a rat's ass about Bipasha's infidelity?
How on earth does it make a difference to my life if a certain Prince called William gets back with his girlfriend?

I'll tell you news that would make a difference to my life:

• Tell me about the possibility of terror cells in India, especially after the shattering of the myth of Indian muslims being immune to jihadi calls.
• Tell me what runs through Muqtada'smind when he sees American military bases in his country.
• Tell me about the plights of the farmers of Vidharbha, when nature puts them through drought and floods, both in the same year.
• Tell me about the changing face of Tibet, the continuing plunder of Africa's resources, the Latin American rise against USA

Many media houses, the diseminators of information, seem to forget that they bear upon themselves the responsibility of nurturing a well-informed public. Paris Hilton's immoral antics may amuse the public, but does nothing to improve's it's understanding of the world. Between an amused public and well-informed public, I think the latter holds a better chance at taking this world forward safely.

Shifting shades

The day until now has been one that has offered a lot of contrast.
I shared a general class compartment with poor labourers from Tamil Nadu crossing over the state borders to work at construction sites and mills in Kerala. That was at 4 in the morning. A few hours later I shared a flight with entrepreneurs from Kerala heading to Bangalore for business needs.
I left Kerala feeling slightly disheartened, having to come to terms with the senility of my forebears. But back home, as I saw Ved kicking and punching wildly after his feeding session, I was reminded of life's promise of hope and opportunity for a newborn.
The rainy skies of Kerala were replaced by a sunny morning in Bangalore.
Isn't this contrast essential for our appreciation of life's facets?

Ved

It was an impatient wait, despite the awareness that there was no perceivable risk involved. It was one of those rare moments when the mind displays it's innate ability to singly focus all it's attention on the point of concern. In our case the point of concern was my sister's delivery of her first child. After what seemed an eternity a nurse covered in his green overalls, broke out of the OT and announced the arrival of Ved(as in Veda).
So on a bright sunny June morning, Ved Menon was born in good health(with a stable weight of 3.2 kgs) amongst close family. The elders have waited 18 years for this moment, the first heir of the family has arrived. While it is indeed a loss that his Muthachan(a man of towering character that he was) is not around anymore, he will not grow unguarded. He will play, he will fall, he will learn under the shadow of his uncle.
Ved Menon, Born: 8 Jun 2007

Bangalore today!

After a 2 year hiatus, I am back living a life in Bangalore. A few notes:

• Definitely more crowded.
• Not that the pedestrian enjoyed great respect earlier, but his condition has gotten worse. You could be hanging your clothes on your terrace for all you cared; if it happened to provide a motorist with a shorter accessible route, he'd run you down on your terrace and curse you for coming in his way.
• If you take a new mobile connection, chances are high that it's a recycled number. Within a day of taking mine and sharing it with only family and close friends, I began receiving calls from unknown numbers by the dozen. Each one enquired for a certain Mr.Manjunath instead of me.
• ATM's no longer stand for Any Time Money, at peak hours you could stand upto half an hour to gain access to one.
• Getting into town to head to your favourite pub for a nice cold beer, is now an effort. The thought of the traffic, the search for parking space and the futile wait for a table at the pub makes mum's mint juice more refreshing.
• Cab/auto drivers are everywhere to offer you a ride. You could come out of the airport arrival lounge driving the latest Audi, I reckon they'd still stop you and ask "Sir, auto bekaa?"
• Many concerts this year, went for the Aerosmith show, only because we had free passes. The good thing about big concerts, you could leave in between and no one would notice. Steve Tyler, now is he a drag queen or a rock star???
  

End of a saga...the start of another

14 May 2007



I would be lying if I said I was completely fine as I drove to Enterprise that morning to return the rental car. This would be my last drive in Canada, at least for a while. In a few hours I would be boarding a flight to return to my country. I did feel a tinge of sorrow. Canada had been good to me, very good to me. It was here that I nursed a broken heart back to robust health, I made great friendships.....ones that will last a lifetime, her people have been kind and friendly. Over the past year, while I was discovering her, I was in a way re-discovering myself. In the quiet of her woods, I charted out a journey for myself, I spawned ideas that previously remained buried under the din of daily existence. Around the same time last year I was a man defeated, stripped of my flesh and blood I stood naked and vulnerable, exposed to the elements. From there I have built myself up, from ground up, methodically piecing myself together. Today I stand bigger, taller.........stronger. And for that I am thankful. Of all the places I have seen, Canada, you remain special.



16 May 2007

Touchdown! I could kiss the earth if I could. Bangalore sparkled like a golden necklace from the skies. In the middle of the night, when most of the denizens of this great city would be fast asleep, I slipped in. And it doesn't seem like I have been away, I take to this place almost immediately, like a fish to water. The kannada starts flowing, I tell cab/auto drivers I don't need one, I ask people the time......I am home.



29 May 2007

10 days later I am at grandma's place, in God's own country. The monsoons have set in, never before have they felt so romantic. The winds carry the smell of the earth, the greenery is lush. When the showers are light they make the most intricate patterns on the surface of the water. When they decide to change the mood to something more extreme, they lash the earth, and all that can be heard is the rain. Mangoes are in season, and it is without doubt the king of fruits. Alexander rode a few thousand miles for them, I flew a few thousand miles.

I have missed my country.

Battle preparations

The world we live in is very much like the seas, it is vast, it is at times kind and gentle and at others is cruel and over powering, it's mysteries are not obvious to the naked eye...they lie hidden underneath, it beckons to the brave to explore and discover it's farthest reaches.
The world, this world..... is mine to conquer.

Meri yaar ki shaadi

Another close friend of mine tied the knot last weekend, a cross-cultural wedding, an alliance between the fast-talking Malyalees and the calm Konkanis. A few months earlier another childhood friend got married to his love too, in pure Bengali tradition. My sister stands ready to become a mother in a month or less. And I cannot help but feel a sense of happiness wash over me, as I am for all these people. I grew up with them, we've played together, we've fought with each other, we've spent time pondering over our futures together. And today that future is upon us.
Each one stands at an important juncture of their lives.
But with increasing incidence among my friends near and dear, each one has chosen a life partner of their own choice. More importantly, they have done so while having hand-held their families through their decisions. Their choice to spend their lives with an individual of their choice has not been at the risk of abandoning their families, nor did they decide to abandon their companions of choice when faced with pressure. They have persisted and been able to rise above cross-communal differences while pacifying resistance from within their families. It speaks volumes about their character, and my friends I am proud of you. I am proud of your families too, for they have trusted your decision which indirectly is a firm trust on the way they have brought up their children, a belief that their children would make the right decisions when they decide on their own. My own family is a witness to this phenomenon, from resistance to acceptance, my brother-in-law (who became so solely by my sister's volition), today has become a pillar of support in the family. A life without him is unimaginable.
Marriage is a defining moment in our lives, and is less of a gamble when we choose our life partners. But the Indian marriage being as much a marriage of families as a union of two individuals, couples that ensure the bonding between their families, steer the ship of marriage towards calmer waters.

The music of the seasons

You know spring is here when you can walk out of your apartment in just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to check whether you have a parking ticket. And in the happiness that ensues when you discover that you haven't been slapped with one, you realise what a marvellous day it is. The birds are back, chirping, picking twigs to build their nests, the kids are back playing football. But the moment doesn't last too long as I realise I need to drive to Kingston in an hour, our first spring getaway.

Coffee time

So a friend of mine while walking down the street desires for a coffee. Luckily enough he spots a Tim Hortons and off he heads in it's direction. Now lazy as he is, he wonders whether he can avoid opening a door for himself and get his coffee more easily. A brainwave strikes him, he walks to the drive through counter to get his coffee. Now the dear lady at Tim Horton's who'd probably been working there for a long time, didn't know what was coming. In all her years of service, her drive through customers drove up to her counter and were always a few feet away within the unthreatening confines of a vehicle. She was probably cleaning up the place and thus was bent over looking down. Imagine the shock she would have had when she looked up to see a face barely a few inches from hers, that was our friend trying to get his coffee. I am sure she would have jumped out of her skin, and later our friend did confirm the same. It took her a while to gather her jittery self, and she proceeded to explain to him that he could get his coffee inside. But then he poses a very valid question, does he need to have a car to get his coffee??? That single question evoked enough sympathy(or amusement) in her to make him his coffee.
He got his coffee, she got the much needed excitement in an otherwise boring job and all of us here got a story to laugh our asses off. We're all happy.

Oh! Brave voyager, godspeed!

Through all the pain and hurt that life puts us through, we continue to live for that one moment of satisfaction, that one moment of exhilarating joy. Be it the cry of a newborn held to the bosom of his mother, or a father's sense of contentedness on seeing his daughter at the marriage altar, or the mere sight of a clear rainbow after the rain, it is these moments that keep us moving. It is these brief moments of intense joy, that helps us endure the upsets of life and lead us to believe in tomorrow. And when I made that climb on the Canadian Shield, to reach a peak overlooking the Bellevue valley, the view from the summit gave me one of those moments.
We drove from Toronto, struggling through rush hour traffic, to be welcomed by open highways on our trip to the Algoma region in Central Ontario. 8 hours later we were driving through complete darkness, a lone set of headlights making its way through the night towards a chalet in the woods near Bellevue valley. As we began to near our destination the moon decided to give us a glimpse of what would be our home for the next 3 nights. As she came out of hiding from beneath the clouds a frozen lake revealed itself with a pine forest in the background, and in the stillness of that beautiful moment I was aware that our SUV was the only object that disrupted the quiet of the night. Soon we were all within the warmth of our beautiful chalet, and despite our tiring journey we couldn't help but celebrate our excitement before we called it a night.
The next 2 days the region opened to us, showcasing her beauty along every road we drove, every trail we hiked. Robin and Enn, our wonderful hosts, and residents in Bellevue valley for more than 20 years, helped us make the most of our short stay. Just thinking about the whole weekend brings back a flood of memories,..........hiking with Enn to the Bellevue valley, discovering a trail to Gros Cap, the spectacular views on the Trans-Canada highway, the rugged beauty of the mountains, the friendly people we met along the way......memories that will be etched on my mind forever. The Trans-Canada highway(between Sault St. Marie and Wawa) offers one of the most marvellous drives, the highway seems to neatly force it's way through mountain and st0ne as it offers a view of Lake Superior on one side and the Canadian Shield on the other.
This is the best trip I have made in a long time, and the reason is I wasn't waking up in a hotel room, I wasn't spending my time looking for parking spots, I wasn't faced with the mechanical and monotonous drawl of conducted tours. This time I was an explorer, I was finding my way on my own, talking to local people to chart our trip, driving along less travelled roads, walking along less traversed paths. And it makes me wonder, isn't it true in our own lives? We fear the uncommon, just like the conducted tour we follow our lives as dictated to us. But if we decide to end the monotony and follow our hearts where it takes us, despite the darkness that may surround us along our journey, when the sun shines upon you at your destination, you will realise that you have given meaning to your life.

Easter in the woods

The adventurer in me begins to get more restless, as the week comes to an early close. The next 3 days will be spent in the heart of Canada's wilderness, a region called Algoma. An 8 hour drive across the province of Ontario will take us into largely uninhabited territory known for it's pristine environment. It will be a good drive, and if one hasn't, I must tell you driving across Canada is a great experience, and a thoroughly pleasurable one. We have had some snow and the weather at Algoma will be cold this weekend, but am sure our chalet in the woods will keep us warm.
Far away from the din of daily life, it will be a good time for me to gather my thoughts.

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Three words I said too much, ....and still wasn't enough.

The Anvil

I have come too far to turn back,
I know not what I seek, it is neither the light,...nor the dark,
though through each I have wandered.
A fire somewhere deep inside, burns with persistence,
fuelling me forward.
On certain dark nights, it erupts in a fury,
that threatens to set me ablaze, a hammer from the skies above does nothing to reduce the pain,
Every morning after, the flame subsides, but remains....still burning
And as I leap out of the burning forge to face a glorious new day,
blood rushes through my veins with renewed vigour, a heart beats with unbridled passion,
I know...........I am stronger than ever before.

A trophy for life

What is achievement? What qualifies as one..... A job? a promotion? marriage? Lucky for a few, we live in a world where we can define what "achievement" means to us. The world however decides in its own way what achievement means, and those who fool themselves are quietly dropped off the pages of history. Their existence remains as memories within their families for a generation or two, after which their own heirs bury their memories. The true achievers on the other hand attain immortality, earning themselves a rightful and dignified place in history.
Whilst having dinner at Madhu's place this Saturday, we had a revelation, he just happens to be the first Kannadiga to swim across the English Channel. It was only upon nudging further details out of him did I truly understand the magnitude of his accomplishment. The greatest challenge of the swim is not it's length, it is the cold water that bites into the muscle making the swim even harder. Then the shoals of jelly fish, the huge vessels that dwarf the swimmer,.... all factors that contribute to the fear and anxiety in the mind. And that is the biggest threat to the swimmer. The swim is a true test of strength, both physical and mental.

Even more awe-inspiring, was Madhu's calm and composed account of it, not a hint of arrogant pride as he gave an account of his feat. Modesty, a virtue that will capture everyone's heart. As I was skiing on Sunday, many a time I wondered what would have gone through his mind. Did he ever reach tipping point? Did he ever get close to giving up? I'm sure there were would have been times when he came close, but just pure will power would have helped to draw out energy from within him. And that is the essence of an achiever, his success does not come easy, there will be more than a few factors that will threaten to overpower him, to lead him down the path of failure, ....but his iron will supercedes them all.
Salutations to you Madhu, I am proud to be your countryman.

Mid-March frenzy

I am indeed glad to be around folks who share the same enthusiasm for life. Nothing disappoints me more than the realisation that a weekend has passed and my only achievement has been a few hours on Orkut. And which would have been my predicament if it weren't for the FCT boys. Always ready to rock-n-roll, get out and there and get high on life, so weekends have given me tennis, squash, trips exploring the eastern terrain of Canada, rock shows and most essentially great company.
So another eventful weekend rolls by, playing Lazer tag and Whirly ball at Rinx heralds it, skiing at Blue Mountain concludes it. The Barbarians, as myself and my flatmates are known in the FCT circuit, continue their savage run in sporting events. My love affair with skiing continues, the snow-covered slopes allowing me to glide across them with more control and speed. Weather played perfect host too with the sun dominating the skies. Every single time I eased myself off the ski lift and to the edge of the slope, I had a moment, just watching the frozen shores of Wasaga and the blue expanse of the deeper waters of lake Ontario, a spectacular view from the cliff.

Russell Peter

Those familiar with the North American comedy circuit would have definitely heard of Russell Peter. Those who haven't should check him out on youtube, he's quite funny. He has a great talent for bringing out racial differences in a satirical manner. So, I was quite surprised to know that my brother-in-law would be touring with him in India. The tour's over and they did Bangalore, Mumbai and Delhi....sell-out shows supposedly. I missed out, brother.