Waking up from Dream

April 17, 2008 § 2 Comments

I have always been an ardent and complete automobile enthusiast. I have done everything that a crazy enthusiast would do. That includes cutting out pictures from mags and newspapers (even during college days!), keeping track of new launches, admiring them on the road, watching all F-1 races with such concentration I have never blessed any of my classes with, worshiping Kimi Raikonnen and Ron Dennis and fine tuning my own driving. And automobile has been one of the fastest growing industries in India. Over the last few years, multitudes of models were launched, new players came in..

And obviously most of these new launches were in the D, E segments and even higher ones for which people have not yet come up with letter codes. With all this happening around, I had started to wonder why people still call India a poor nation. I mean, we turned down an India Shining campaign, but in reality, had we indeed started shining? Where does all this money come from? And how can a so-called poor nation have these many expensive cars launched and people to buy them in such huge numbers?

It was around the same time that I attended an orientation session for CAT aspirants. And just because they recommended kinda strongly, I started reading Eds and OpEds. Slowly, the focus started shifting from crazy words towards the issues they write about. Its about this time that P. Sainath became my favorite man of words.

Through his articles, I started seeing rural India, as it is. And boy! It was so different from what India Shining showed, from what I ‘saw’ around my home and office and from what I ‘saw’ on the road. All of a sudden there were little children in the most worn out of dresses and the emptiest of tummies trying to sell roses to Bangalore’s happy couples, weak and thin hands that came your way for alms at every bus stop,farmers committing suicide, one guy in every 31 minutes..

Today, I realize 8 hours of doing the bare minimum with maximum hype in an air conditioned cube is not what life is… I look around and those CCDs, KFCs, Forums, Mercs and BMWs fade away slowly into the thin air, with all those people in it. And I have NO idea where I, the one who fancied and worshiped them stand!


Walkin On..

February 8, 2008 § 2 Comments

Last… Now that I can see
The future ain’t what it used to be.
Like a poet without vision, an object of mockery
A dreamer who lost his dream to reality.

Won’t give up, though the going’s slow
I’ll trade all my footsteps for a shot at tomorrow.
Tattoo my intentions across these streets of time
And fight till the future is once again mine.

‘Cos I’m the immortal, baptized in fire.
Unable to die unless I desire,
I’m the light piercing the darkest dawn.
I’m the human spirit,
Walking on…

I’m down and so close to out
I’m the foot soldier who suffered the rout
But I’ll stand again in conquest of pain…
To walk on, as a king among men.

‘Cos I’m the immortal, baptized in fire.
Unable to die unless I desire,
I’m the light piercing the darkest dawn.
I’m the human spirit,
Walking on…

I’ll make mistakes of that I’m sure.
Lose my strength when I need more.
Taste my fear, in life’s battlefields
But I won’t trade my sword for the shield.

‘Cos I’m the immortal, baptized in fire.
Unable to die unless I desire.
I’m the light piercing the darkest dawn.
I’m the human spirit,
Walking on…

– Walk On, MotherJane


January 18, 2008 § Leave a comment

Now, there are very very few people on the planet whom I hate from every chicane and curve of my heart. And this guy is their leader.

Presenting Mad Max, the FIA chief who was ‘relieved‘ when Kimi won beating Lewis and Fernando! I believe the worst satan is he who misuses his power. Max Mosely has been doing this heroic since the days I started watching motorsports. Now, how could Formula-1 be a fair place for all teams when this man with an anti-Mclaren, anti-RD agenda, rules at the top?? As wikipedia once had it, one begins to doubt if FIA is actually Ferrari International Assistance !

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January 18, 2008 § Leave a comment

People told me life is a journey. Ithaca made me realise that it is true, but in a wierd sort of way. No pretty woman adorned my Pilani room-wall through all my fours years of graduation. Ithaca did.

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
Pray that the road is long,
Full of adventure, full of knowledge.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
The angry Poseidon — do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
If your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine-
Emotion touches your spirit and your body.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
The fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
If you do not carry them within your soul,
If your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many,
When, with such pleasure, with such joy
You will enter ports seen for the first time;
Stop at Phoenician markets,and purchase fine merchandise,
Mother-of-pearl and coral, amber, and ebony,
And sensual perfumes of all kinds,
As many sensual perfumes as you can;
Visit many Egyptian cities,
To learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca on your mind,
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all,
It is better to let it last for many years;
And to anchor at the island when you are old,
Rich with all you have gained on the way,
Not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage,
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
You must already have understood what these Ithacas mean.

– Constantine .P. Cavafy

Corporate Rabit

January 17, 2008 § Leave a comment

Breathe, breathe in the air

Don’t be afraid to care
Leave, but don’t leave me
Look around
Choose your own ground

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

Run, rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
And when at last the work is done
Don’t sit down
It’s time to dig another one

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.

– Roger Waters, “Breathe” (Pink Floyd)

Above All…

January 17, 2008 § 2 Comments

One of those dreaded first days in BITS, Williams walks into 410 VK and tells us (me and Aji) about Jesus Youth of Pilani. Mass here, in the middle of the desert! Sounds unbelievable even now! But then there were these people who made it so possible. People I will never forget. Father Kurien who traveled 40 kms and always reached before all of us, Alphonse Sir, who considered all of us his family members, Williams, Jophine, Kevin and all those juniors who put in blood for arranging all kinda activities and Angel Griffy who found joy in teaching the most indifferent over a hundred beautiful hymns.

Graduating, I realize by how much was I towards the receiving end of all these… And all I can do right now is to thank you guys from the bottom of my heart…