On the rainy Saturday(the rain hasn't stopped yet since my last blog) I was in full josh, because it somehow happens to be a long weekend. Long weekend, which extends beyond the weekend with some leaves on week days. The saddest thing this year is that American Independence Day has fallen just in the mid of the week, no where near to any of the edges of the week, on the awesome Wednesday.
I was in full enthu to have some good fun on Saturday. I came to my friends house, with intention of something to be done(but nothing was there in mind). As the rain had created enough of annoyance since morning, the options that too in Kansas being bare minimal, nothing much other than to go to a movie. I wanted to watch some josh bhara action movie. So we decided we will go and watch "Live Free or Die Hard" which recently released on the movie day Friday.
The movie was so good, filled with only action and really made me feel Live free or Die Hard. All along the movie I was thinking Damn! I don't do anything that risky or anything adventurous where in I really have to think about death anytime. What a safe life! It raised my adrenaline to a good level. After the movie we walked one around the Town Centre Plaza with the thoughts of action & josh of the movie in mind.
Then I came to car and started with the "Khalbali" song of RDB and put in reverse gear and pushed the accelerator. Well! even though the movie had made impact but I was just barely above 0 mph. The mistake was, I saw first time in the rear mirror and went back a little bit and then changed my mind to turn the other way around for which I took a bit forward and then back again in reverse in a different direction. As I was pulling back the car this time suddenly I heard a bang sound. I was not surprised anyway, just thought something minor happened. When I looked back there was a Lexus car on the other side(Thank God I hadn't hit this super costly car) but to my surprise in my rear mirror I could see a Jeep SUV right behind orthogonal to my car. Then we both pulled back and I went out to check the amount of damage.
The damage on the Jeep was just superficial, in my sense and Indian sense it was nothing. But my car back bumper was hit a bit hard. I just told that guy, who looked pretty shrewd and crooked (Was he already my enemy?) that nothing happened we can just walk over. He started saying why don't we share the insurance information and then use it for claim. The greatest problem I was facing in my mind was that I didn't knew what is the process or the procedure. Damn! Knowledge is always power, (I like the converse proverb too "Ignorance is Bliss"). So I asked him and then he called the cop. My first encounter with cop as a bakra in the whole situation. I was just ready to face anything, my first experience and I was not wrong, after all an accident happens accidentally. Then cop came and was just cool said if something is above $1000 (my eyes started rotating hearing this) then a report has to be written else we can just share the insurance info. Whatever! we did it and I got rid of it, actually I didn't knew what exactly is the next thing to be and what is the impact overall on me. I asked the same question to cop and his answer was not satisfactory to me.
As this was my first encounter to something like a accident(it no where qualifies as a accident at all as nothing absolutely nothing), but it had kicked a bit on my faith in driving which expands more than 11 years. I tried so much to take it off from my mind. The whole adrenaline got down to zero level like hawa after a flat tire. Went to Taco bell to have something and tried to forget about it. I just was wondering how can some incidents impact so much on mind and mood and things like that.
Like a typical software engineer I am downloaded all that junk data from my mind to this e-paper and deleted that memory from my mind. I think it is deleted now!.....
Deleting 100%......70%.....50%.......30%.....10%.........0%
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Rain Rain Come again! / Rain Rain Go away
One of the most beautiful creation of God is Rain I guess! Of course Rainy season takes the prominent period of atleast 3-4 month a year. I just can't count how many rains I have seen till now :)
There are different types of rain at different places or at different times at the same place (now does that make any sense, whatever). In Bangalore the rain is very sweet, because almost everytime it will rain heavily only in the evening. The best part is this 2 hours of rain would not interrupt your schedule much. But it would have caused enough devastation in they city. Blame it not on the rain, but the world class infrastructure we have for this beautiful city. Anyway! in Dharwad the rain is really boring. It won't be heavy but enough to drench you totally in 1o mins and it would go on and on and on for 2-3-4-5-6 days, like a girl; when she starts crying, there is no signal for a stop sign. In the coastal areas it is heavy and gloomy. In Gulbarga or some desert like places the rain is the rarest gift that hardly turns up.
One such rain I saw in Kansas, US yesterday. This vast country has so much rich nature of so many beautiful faces that one has to just experience. Sometimes I do feel that the nature here shows up really wild faces also like the Hurricane in the south, Tornadoes in the central area, Snow Blizzard in the northeast, Burning Hot Sun in the West. Yesterday the whole day it was raining and we went for a long drive of about 70 miles in this beautiful evening and in this rain. It is really quite a good feeling to drive at 70 mph on the freeway(highway) with all the vehicles around gushing water all over. This surging mist was so mesmerizing with all the surrounding green trees showing us the way forward. At one place it was as if a thick black cloud sitting over head was laughing at us and cracking jokes around about our fate or state. It was as if a party going on in nature. Nature was getting tight really ;). I had one such drive experience earlier where in I was driving a sexy Porsche boxster sports car at the speed of 150 mph the rain was making it hard to control and I speeded all the way skidding around. Oh! that was Need for Speed 5 game in computer!
This Rain is favorite for poets, so many songs are written around rain, so many movies are pictured in fake rain, so many photos of rain. Rain is the one which brings the fabulous rainbow in the sky, the one which makes all the silent trees smile. It is such a good feeling in rain, the amount of enjoyment we get playing in rain is just awesome, like the way school kids play with the colourful raincoat on, still turning wet all over. The feeling of the first few drops of rain trickling down into your body, the chill feeling, then the wet feeling, then the shivering, and then warmth of the towel rubbed over your head is just priceless. Having a hot masala tea with garma garam kanda bajji with all your friends cracking jokes in the balcony is a great joy. It can turn out to be romantic also like sitting with your wife in a single chaddar ;).
When the rain stops, the world around you won't stop, but it starts. Even though with a feeling as if it was as a great fest or event we had last day, we all get ourselves moving in our own world of work, problems, routine and go on...
There are different types of rain at different places or at different times at the same place (now does that make any sense, whatever). In Bangalore the rain is very sweet, because almost everytime it will rain heavily only in the evening. The best part is this 2 hours of rain would not interrupt your schedule much. But it would have caused enough devastation in they city. Blame it not on the rain, but the world class infrastructure we have for this beautiful city. Anyway! in Dharwad the rain is really boring. It won't be heavy but enough to drench you totally in 1o mins and it would go on and on and on for 2-3-4-5-6 days, like a girl; when she starts crying, there is no signal for a stop sign. In the coastal areas it is heavy and gloomy. In Gulbarga or some desert like places the rain is the rarest gift that hardly turns up.
One such rain I saw in Kansas, US yesterday. This vast country has so much rich nature of so many beautiful faces that one has to just experience. Sometimes I do feel that the nature here shows up really wild faces also like the Hurricane in the south, Tornadoes in the central area, Snow Blizzard in the northeast, Burning Hot Sun in the West. Yesterday the whole day it was raining and we went for a long drive of about 70 miles in this beautiful evening and in this rain. It is really quite a good feeling to drive at 70 mph on the freeway(highway) with all the vehicles around gushing water all over. This surging mist was so mesmerizing with all the surrounding green trees showing us the way forward. At one place it was as if a thick black cloud sitting over head was laughing at us and cracking jokes around about our fate or state. It was as if a party going on in nature. Nature was getting tight really ;). I had one such drive experience earlier where in I was driving a sexy Porsche boxster sports car at the speed of 150 mph the rain was making it hard to control and I speeded all the way skidding around. Oh! that was Need for Speed 5 game in computer!
This Rain is favorite for poets, so many songs are written around rain, so many movies are pictured in fake rain, so many photos of rain. Rain is the one which brings the fabulous rainbow in the sky, the one which makes all the silent trees smile. It is such a good feeling in rain, the amount of enjoyment we get playing in rain is just awesome, like the way school kids play with the colourful raincoat on, still turning wet all over. The feeling of the first few drops of rain trickling down into your body, the chill feeling, then the wet feeling, then the shivering, and then warmth of the towel rubbed over your head is just priceless. Having a hot masala tea with garma garam kanda bajji with all your friends cracking jokes in the balcony is a great joy. It can turn out to be romantic also like sitting with your wife in a single chaddar ;).
When the rain stops, the world around you won't stop, but it starts. Even though with a feeling as if it was as a great fest or event we had last day, we all get ourselves moving in our own world of work, problems, routine and go on...
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Blog - Blogging - Blogger
After a terrific start of my first blog last year in May, I thought based on the comment (which I got after a year), I am inspired to restart it all over again ;) .
Well! Blog: I used to wonder what a weird name it is. I searched in the dictionary and couldn't find this word (old oxford dictionary). Who started this all, whose idea was it, how did it get famous, why do people blog, what is it all about. These questions are still pondering in my mind as my fingers are playing with the keyboard. I am aslo wondering, is it a noun or verb. But now if you see in the modern dictionary it has made itself as a complete word.
Historically, in the past when I was in school studying 10th standard I thought to myself that I should write diary. In fact it took almost 6 months to materialize and I got one very nice king size hard-binded maroon colour diary from my Dad and started with it. Like with any task the difficult part is hmmm... what to start with, what should I write... Then I started and continued it for almost 2 years and went on writing what all came in my mind and the happenings of each day, the good part, the sad part and the feelings and emotions and the situations. uuh! it turned out to be very interesting and then when I used to read it back, it used to surprise me, oh! is it! did I think in that way, was it like that....
Though I loved writing it, it halted for a simple reason that it was read by someone. I had written a big note at the start of my diary saying "Please do not read this". Damn! such note creates lot of curiosity. Anyway I had not written a secret code for a national treasure or something. But guess what! I had developed my own code language, my own script and that initial script I had hid it at some other place. Sounds crazy now! kind of Da Vinci code to break it.. :) . Why was a need for such a thing; man! to hide the secret love stories, and about some wacky stuff. It was fun!
Now back again to such a thing, just visible to World Wide Web. Is it a human instinct to record the life, we have lot of documentation of the past so many civilizations. Is it to show others about what we think and what we feel or is it a show off. Is it a tool for self-retrospection. Is it for the happiness we get in writing something. Or is it for the happiness we get in reading someone's comment on our literature or praise from others, from which we elate ourselves (because we can not elate ourselves by just feeling good about ourselves for no reason) . Oh! what the heck, why should I analyze all this. The weird thing called blogging is the trend and it is fun!
Entering into the world of blog as a insignificant creature....
Well! Blog: I used to wonder what a weird name it is. I searched in the dictionary and couldn't find this word (old oxford dictionary). Who started this all, whose idea was it, how did it get famous, why do people blog, what is it all about. These questions are still pondering in my mind as my fingers are playing with the keyboard. I am aslo wondering, is it a noun or verb. But now if you see in the modern dictionary it has made itself as a complete word.
Historically, in the past when I was in school studying 10th standard I thought to myself that I should write diary. In fact it took almost 6 months to materialize and I got one very nice king size hard-binded maroon colour diary from my Dad and started with it. Like with any task the difficult part is hmmm... what to start with, what should I write... Then I started and continued it for almost 2 years and went on writing what all came in my mind and the happenings of each day, the good part, the sad part and the feelings and emotions and the situations. uuh! it turned out to be very interesting and then when I used to read it back, it used to surprise me, oh! is it! did I think in that way, was it like that....
Though I loved writing it, it halted for a simple reason that it was read by someone. I had written a big note at the start of my diary saying "Please do not read this". Damn! such note creates lot of curiosity. Anyway I had not written a secret code for a national treasure or something. But guess what! I had developed my own code language, my own script and that initial script I had hid it at some other place. Sounds crazy now! kind of Da Vinci code to break it.. :) . Why was a need for such a thing; man! to hide the secret love stories, and about some wacky stuff. It was fun!
Now back again to such a thing, just visible to World Wide Web. Is it a human instinct to record the life, we have lot of documentation of the past so many civilizations. Is it to show others about what we think and what we feel or is it a show off. Is it a tool for self-retrospection. Is it for the happiness we get in writing something. Or is it for the happiness we get in reading someone's comment on our literature or praise from others, from which we elate ourselves (because we can not elate ourselves by just feeling good about ourselves for no reason) . Oh! what the heck, why should I analyze all this. The weird thing called blogging is the trend and it is fun!
Entering into the world of blog as a insignificant creature....
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