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Monday, July 25, 2005

Revering the Persevering...

Today's my turn, in the evergrowing list of simple-minded reverers, to marvel at Lance Armstrong's cancer-battling 7th-in-a-row Tour de France victory. It's not uncommon to find flashbacks of failure, when individuals ride to the ultimate stardom. The world would never have spoken about a Reed College dropout, had he not grown into the CEO of Apple & Pixar Animation Studios. An Harvard truant, now the Microsoft CEO, would've blended into the specks of dust, had he not pursued his passion. It's true that the former once said "Life's dots get connected over time, and when you look back, each dot, unclear then, will clear up and convey that your life's path would've been incomplete without going through that simpleton-of-a-dot". This kind of a philosophy is hard to realise when you feel as if the world of failures is nailing you to the ground. I believe, the prominent reasons for the invincibles to share their share of pre-success miseries, is that they were meant to be invisible gospels, spurring and inspiring the failures on earth into future successes. When the yoke of failures seem to push you into the oblivion, realise that they are your pre-success stories, that you can relive to commoners, when you get on the top and let the thirst for success drive you to the summit.

This article in SFGate has Lance's coach recollecting his ward's expedition to conquer the hills and rains of the Alps & Pyrenees. Read this

Had he given up in 1998, the world would've lost such a great inspiration for plenty of generations to come. His perseverance made him a legend, and his life a legend to the doubting simpletons.

Keep walking, for the door is around the corner,
Inspired..

In News.. not for a wrong reason

BuffaloNews has attained the privilege of enframing my photograph in one of the tabloid's sections. Titled "India beckons TechGrads home", it's about India becoming a superpower in IT, that is crucial enough to stem the exodus from India to the "Hallowed Lands". Being one of the very few students to return to India, after graduation, I was asked to share my thoughts on this. While the publicity irks me, as always, the pleasure of unravelling the real tech-India, to people who don't think twice when you put India and elephants & snakes together, was embalming. Back to home in a few days...

http://buffalonews.com/editorial/20050724/1047375.asp

Home is Sine qua non,
Bye-Bye Bravo

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

The HalfBlood Curiosity

Besides ice cream, one of the best companions for summer, is Ms.Rowling's bespectacled boy wizard and the magical, literally and figuratively, world we are drawn into. This summer, it's time for the HalfBlood Prince to team up with Harry, assuring us of a teeming summer magic. While the bookshelves around the world have been stacked up with the green hardcover, I guess I'll reach unto one of them at the end of this week. The hype encompassing the book has done well enough to drive us, Muggles, nuts about who the HalfBlood Prince is, and what the Prophecy is gonna be like, and what plots You-Know-Who is conspiring on. My friend just fuelled it by mentioning about a pivotal character being killed off towards the end, but let's just hope the curiosity doesn't kill this cat.

Here's a snippet of a reader-mom's and her daughter's Pottermania,
http://www.thenewstribune.com/soundlife/story/5032606p-4590721c.html

Four more days to getting to the hallowed book,
A Fan

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Paradoxically yours

I was musing about a few paradoxes, at this paradoxically weird, for most of you, time of the day. In my honest opinion, life's paradoxes and ironies metamorphose an otherwise dull day into a bright sprightly dawn where you keep musing "Why, God, Why?". An alternate exposition of "Why, God, Why?" could mean "Why, God, Why? Why am I destined to reading this?", but I hope it would be the former. A few of such gems here...
  • Greenland is icy, while Iceland is green ( 80% of Iceland is green, according to National Geographic ). So, why did whomever named these islands do so ? Call it paradox-love or sheer stupidity ?
  • Proceeding on the geographic string, "Netherlands" is, needless to mention, the heaven on earth to most men, with its notoriously famous components. Etymologically, "Nether Lands" is an English-equivalent of Hell. Maybe the English are so upright when it comes to Amsterdam's dames or was it a statutory warning in disguise ?
  • The English Language is a rich feasting ground for paradox-hunters. The word "Big" is small, while "miniscule" is way too long for its meaning. Throw these words to a non-English speaking adult, and the specimen is bound to be muddled at why "Big" is thrice as small as "miniscule", while it means otherwise.
  • If a joker jokes, does a poker poke ? I've played poker, but no card has been lucky enough to poke me.
  • The English should've been facing a dearth of words, and decided to deploy the same set of words to imply different meanings. "Train" & "Coach" at a football game is way different from "train" & "coach" at a metro rail station. Dear Puritans, learn from Tolkien and Rowling.
  • If "f l o o d" is pronounced "flud", shouldn't "f l o o r" be "flur" ?
  • Other languages are not immune, either. Read this piece from a quiz trivia, so correct me if I'm wrong. "Urs", supposedly, represents "a wedding anniversary" in Hindi, while a similar sounding word in Persian - "Uroos" - means "death". Is that why men are scared of entering into wedlock ? Or was the word "wedlock" cunningly coined to imply that if you are wed, you are locked, god knows where, forever ? Muse, my single masculine mates !...
  • The Hundred Years War, between England and France, was actually 116 years long ( 1337 - 1453 ). Losing count, are we?
  • French Fries did not originate in France.
  • Termites dwell in an "ant hill".
  • Guinea pigs are neither from Guinea, nor are they pigs. They are rodents.
  • Saltwater Taffy is made from freshwater.
  • This one's, ironically, mine and if you've stayed with me this long, then you're truly privileged. If the first two months were christened "January" and "February", shouldn't the third month be "Marchuary"?. Maybe, it pronounced death to the christening process, for it sounded "mortuary".
A day has a day and a night, 12 hours each. Why is each of the 365 units of a year not called a night? ( Prejudist Diurnals.. ),
A Nocturnal.

Monday, July 11, 2005

Draws me out of my blogging-hiatus..

Came across this piece on Kevin Carter, a Pulitzer Prize winner, for his heart-rending photograph of a famine-stricken Sudanese girl. If the girl's destiny is horrifying, Kevin's was even more. He had reportedly committed suicide, three weeks after winning the Pulitzer Prize, due to depression. More on this here...
http://flatrock.org.nz/topics/odds_and_oddities/ultimate_in_unfair.htm

The article speaks about Kevin driving away after taking the photograph. Why ? If he was really touched by the scene, he should've picked her up in his truck, and should've driven her to the kilometer-away relief camp, to which she was crawling away to. That makes me doubt his intentions - "to show what the world was overlooking" - and makes me believe that he was just after mortal accolades. Or could be that he was so weak-hearted to tend to a fellow being in agony. The article also mentions about him smoking away and crying to get over the horrors of this scene. Maybe the horror was too much to digest and put the daylight out of him. Beyond sentiments about his prize-winning picture and immediate death, what pains me most is his inability to relieve someone of their pain. While the picture made a great deal of shortlived difference to the dog-eat-dog corporate world, a moment of care would've made a world of difference to the shortlived destiny of the dying child, which in my opinion, counts more than a universal plaudit.

Speaking of a dog-eat-dog world, here's one from Gujarat, which puts me out of sleep everytime I think about it.
http://www.indianexpress.com/full_story.php?content_id=73907
The photograph is iconic of the Indian administration, where the superiors ride over their subordinates' shoulders, literally and figuratively. The country that had seen selfless individuals aplenty, is now a dumb witness to such inhuman treatment. Mr. Kumaraswamy is seen flaunting his shades and his too-precious-to-be-wet uniforms, while a helpless subordinate carries him on his shoulders, across the flooding waters. Maybe he was clueless about what "fellow being" actually stood for. He - I would prefer adressing this moron with the pronoun "it" - misconstrued it to be '"fell low being", I guess. Whatever strata one might be in, can't they understand that all earthlings are created equal. Human rights activists talk at length about atrocities in illiterate pockets of the country, but a Joint Commissioner of Police riding on a constable as if the latter were a "two-legged beast-of-burden" derives little condemnation. Whatever comes out of the ensuing inquiry on this controversy, it pains me to think that a human could be so heartless as to treat a fellow being with such insenstivity and total oblivion to one's human rights.

The world's not just about such scattered fragments of negativity, and there's still hope for humans to do justice to their elevated altar on the evolution chart. I've never been a witness to a beast ordering another to carry it, but, from the above incident, been an unfortunate, indirect witness to a human equivalent of a beast. That piece should've been titled "Pity and the Beast", needless to mention what "Pity" and "Beast" stand for.

Now to the hope part, three Kashmiri women are on track for the Nobel Peace Prize, for their humanitarian service to the terrorism-plagued regions' women. People like these make me wipe off haunting memories of the earlier "Kumaraswamy" incident.
http://www.expressindia.com/fullstory.php?newsid=50414
These women are on the other end of where Carter is in my opinion. That is, Carter, in my opinion, did something to draw accolades while he did nothing for the dying child, whereas, these women have brought about hope into the lives of scores of Kashmiris, and that deserves a worldwide standing ovation. Hats off, ladies , because you make me proud to be an Indian, and also a human.

As I'm penning this, the world might be growing on insentivity and humanity, equally, but let me hope to make at least one reader ( yes, that's you ) think outside the selfish box, and open their eyes, limbs and heart to fellow beings in need. It starts with me and you are next in line. Love your fellow beings as thyself.

Deeply concerned,
Arun