It was a time to idle. Technology has taken its course. Time at hand is spent surfing the deep dark tomes of the web rather than stroll outdoors and enjoy the breeze(When was the last time there was any though.?). True, am a complaining sucker who hates the span of the net but cant live without either.
So as i was saying, spending some quality time surfing, I came to terms with the fact that I had managed to spend a solid 3 hrs coz of this new trend picking up with surfers; Online Communitites.
It was Orkut that kept me going. A frail invite sent by some long lost friend got me hooked for hours together. The discovery started off with me getting the entire list of college batchmates into my list of contacts. Funny a hundred different minds think alike at one point. And another community is born.
And fancy the spread. I managed to get back in touch with this kid who studied with me in the 5th grade. Oh yes it was a revolution. And the spread of communitites. Anything from a bunch of nerds sharing their common interests for puzzles and apti; to a group of freakos talking about eventually falling in love(O so mushy!It actually has 156410 members!). Then there's the usual alumni bunch forming the same community over and over again. And the list goes on. From the believers of the Gita to the lovers of chaat; Pursuers of an MBA to the ones who got there; Lovers of Abhishek to haters of Schumi. Its all in there. The weirdest one i treaded upon till today is 'Nokia'; a community for all Nokia phone users.
Then there are the geographically distinct ones. I found one for 'Coimbatore', where a bunch of 70s oldes sat discussing the CBE then and now. I bet every city has one such with similar forums going out.
And there's the 'Iyers' and 'Iyengars' community. I personally love the concept of a common repositiry of people brought up in a similar fashion irrespective of the distance and instance in time. Ones that woke up near the sun to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, renditions of the sahasranamam echoing through the long corridors of the house on the agraharam(the temple street for the uninitiated). Imbibing the taste for good food with the regular vatha kuzhambu and vadu maanga(Now I cant think of a translation to Bliss!). Oh yes. They belong.
Taking forward a tradition is quite a challenge. (I dont know why this came in. It just crossed my mind right now.!)
With terrorism and hatred raising its dirty head at every corner, it surprises me to realise that there are people who wanna unite for the most fickle reasons possible. Why else would 3246 people from different parts of the world come together and share their common hate for Mondays!
Communities Rock!
04 November 2005
03 November 2005
The me!
Times when my mind wanders off to neverland. Back to days eternal when the body strolled free. There were no deadlines to be met; no fellow students to beat in competition; no grades to make; no bills to pay. It was the easy path out of troubles. The experienced showed the way and i just walked. A hand held me tight on every path i tread. Every cry was soothed; every mistake was covered up; every dream was attained; Life was bliss alright.
Then times of condititional troubles began. There'd be those times when i would be left astray alone in the world, to defend for myself. Protect my favourite pink toffee from the enemies on my own. No more was my life at peace. Things had to be fought for.
Moved on to times, where there was an array of numbers to distinguish me from the rest of my kind. That girl who stayed 2 points ahead of me was always the loved one. I understood not this system of discrimination, for where we all not from the same roots? The tight comforting hold from the Gods loosened up. I had more trouble swimming those waters. But I learnt.
I won something I knew I dint deserve. A mortal had designed a means of determing my efficiency in sustenance and this so-called system of examination had passed me capable at it with flying colors(As the cliche goes!). They called me an Achiever, and pushed me one step higher.
At this stage, I knew I had done something a lot others of my very own kind hadnt. Had gotten into one of the best tutorings in the city; the few of my kind actually looked up to me. But the mind was lost. What was I doing here.? Was this where the mind wanted to be.? No. The answers were nowhere to be found. And I survived. A bug in a mass. Ran with the crowd, cawed when I heard my neighbour. And they called me an Achiever.
The next day I was into a place I would call my alma mater years down. A place I would go visiting with my offsprings and successors. They took me in coz I was supposed to be just the one for it. But what was I.? God You there..?
It was there that i tasted the sweet bliss in Freedom. I no longer needed the comforting hand to take me around. It hurt to depend. The world was hell and I wanted to survive on my own. Yes.! I needed no support. I could make my changes, call my shots, ride my own wave. I had tasted the life of free will.
Rock ruled. It brought out the liberal me. I could take anything you shouted at me with a composure you never knew of. Some called me a Rebel. Was I wrong to do things my way? Was I wrong to stand on my own and put my shoulder down when I felt the weight.? My head still nods a no. And thats what i did. Be myself.
At the end of this journey, when I look at myself today, I am tired. For I have lost a major part of me. The Free Me. The Real Me. The Me.!
Then times of condititional troubles began. There'd be those times when i would be left astray alone in the world, to defend for myself. Protect my favourite pink toffee from the enemies on my own. No more was my life at peace. Things had to be fought for.
Moved on to times, where there was an array of numbers to distinguish me from the rest of my kind. That girl who stayed 2 points ahead of me was always the loved one. I understood not this system of discrimination, for where we all not from the same roots? The tight comforting hold from the Gods loosened up. I had more trouble swimming those waters. But I learnt.
I won something I knew I dint deserve. A mortal had designed a means of determing my efficiency in sustenance and this so-called system of examination had passed me capable at it with flying colors(As the cliche goes!). They called me an Achiever, and pushed me one step higher.
At this stage, I knew I had done something a lot others of my very own kind hadnt. Had gotten into one of the best tutorings in the city; the few of my kind actually looked up to me. But the mind was lost. What was I doing here.? Was this where the mind wanted to be.? No. The answers were nowhere to be found. And I survived. A bug in a mass. Ran with the crowd, cawed when I heard my neighbour. And they called me an Achiever.
The next day I was into a place I would call my alma mater years down. A place I would go visiting with my offsprings and successors. They took me in coz I was supposed to be just the one for it. But what was I.? God You there..?
It was there that i tasted the sweet bliss in Freedom. I no longer needed the comforting hand to take me around. It hurt to depend. The world was hell and I wanted to survive on my own. Yes.! I needed no support. I could make my changes, call my shots, ride my own wave. I had tasted the life of free will.
Rock ruled. It brought out the liberal me. I could take anything you shouted at me with a composure you never knew of. Some called me a Rebel. Was I wrong to do things my way? Was I wrong to stand on my own and put my shoulder down when I felt the weight.? My head still nods a no. And thats what i did. Be myself.
At the end of this journey, when I look at myself today, I am tired. For I have lost a major part of me. The Free Me. The Real Me. The Me.!
02 November 2005
Trapped...!
Hallo world. Thus arriveth the goddess of boredom. Trapped somewhere between life and death, existence and extinction, reality and dream. It gives the same creepy feeling of a mouse, caught in a trap; unaware of what impending doom ahead; unsure of what move to make next; totally not aware of what the hell I am doing there.A mouse in a trap.!
Ya.I know the mouse trap analogy was exaggerated. Coz neiher am I physically comparable to one, nor does my life stink as much.
Well I have a never ending monetary source(yes.! my father), and a sumptuous meal maker(U guessed it). There is a sibling who loves me unendingly, especially after the "Distances make the hearts grow fonder" funda. I have a Love in Life( Do I need to say more ? ). A bunch of friends who have seen me through the worst weapons of mass destruction. I have studied in a college that has given me more than what I deserved ( If not Relative Grading I would still be stuck in Concrete and Cement! ). Out there I was offered a job for a skillset I dint know I possessed. And now I ampaid a 5digit for something I have no idea if I have done any justice.
I dont know when the force was felt. But a battle was fought between passion and quest for wealth in the distant realms of the mind. The overpowering latter conquered.
For if not for that, I would have been blogging probably as a wildlife photographer; or a documentary film maker, chasing the ever receding population of the national beast; or the worst case scenario, a reporter with the BBC specialising on terrorism and its ugly effect on the child of tomorrow.
No..! I am a machine. Sedantary for the most part of the day(The other part I am lost). Staring incessantly at another. Thats throws out the weirdest Exceptions that I Try to Catch.
Yes.! yoru right. Am another IT professional.!
Ya.I know the mouse trap analogy was exaggerated. Coz neiher am I physically comparable to one, nor does my life stink as much.
Well I have a never ending monetary source(yes.! my father), and a sumptuous meal maker(U guessed it). There is a sibling who loves me unendingly, especially after the "Distances make the hearts grow fonder" funda. I have a Love in Life( Do I need to say more ? ). A bunch of friends who have seen me through the worst weapons of mass destruction. I have studied in a college that has given me more than what I deserved ( If not Relative Grading I would still be stuck in Concrete and Cement! ). Out there I was offered a job for a skillset I dint know I possessed. And now I ampaid a 5digit for something I have no idea if I have done any justice.
I dont know when the force was felt. But a battle was fought between passion and quest for wealth in the distant realms of the mind. The overpowering latter conquered.
For if not for that, I would have been blogging probably as a wildlife photographer; or a documentary film maker, chasing the ever receding population of the national beast; or the worst case scenario, a reporter with the BBC specialising on terrorism and its ugly effect on the child of tomorrow.
No..! I am a machine. Sedantary for the most part of the day(The other part I am lost). Staring incessantly at another. Thats throws out the weirdest Exceptions that I Try to Catch.
Yes.! yoru right. Am another IT professional.!
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