It's my b'day!

“Jubilant? That's a wonderful name! Who named you so?”

“Well, I guess my folks were very happy when they got their first kid.”

This is one of the most repeated part of the conversation in my life and today is one of the most auspicious day of my life, the day I was born.

Twenty four years have gone, many things have come, gone and changed and today I live far away from home, in search of my destiny. Manoj is cribbing because I borrowed his laptop to write this when he was seeing a movie. He says that I take this too seriously. Well, this is important to me and I like the way I am.

I just wanted to mark my feelings on this day. I am proud of my folks, friends and most important God. I thank all who had been there with me, there by me and there for me.

I hope the days ahead would just get better:-)

Snap Shots II

Yesterday I saw two girls going to school, both aged around ten. One was carrying a bag and the other just had a pencil in her hand. It was curious to find that both of them were happy. The girl carrying the bag dropped the other at school and came back. She had work to be finished at home!

This is not something I saw in an old movie. It was strange to see that this happens even today and it happened in the same flat complex where I stay. I am not too proud writing this over here, just because I just stood there and did nothing to improve the situation. May be I should have, but then I was pre-occupied with “greater” things in life!

18 Till I die?

"Being 24 is not as being 18!" A valuable lesson that should be learnt ahead of being hurt.

One could claim that he can be '18 till I die', but it is hard. The trip to Talakkad proved that to me. I would rather put the trip as my first anatomy lesson in several years as I could point out every muscle on my body, the day after my trip and not much explanation is required when I state that I finished an entire can of pain relief spray to get over it!

Talakkad is a river basin some 130kms from Bangalore and the place is historical importance, as claimed by the Archaeological Society of India. The trip was arranged by the youth wing of my parish and my interest in the trip was pure entertainment. I dragged along MMN tempting him with the scenic beauty of the place (I don't know how much he enjoyed it as I could see him sitting on the shore and sleeping by 3pm!). My only fear was that the trip would be topped with a heavy dose of prayers. But thankfully the team was cheerful and the prayer part was just restricted to a minute at the start of the trip.

I had imagined myself to be 18 when I left, as it was the average age of the group. We had a blast with beach handball, football and swimming. After my first fall on my back attempting a diving save, I was pretty much sure of the outcome for the next day; but felt confident to face the worse. The team had heartily welcomed us into the group and it was fun.

The return proved even more fun when I got to play the 'big brother' sharing my thoughts and actually boring the kids in front.[Yes I know that and MMN need not comment on this!{To MMN: you can be really deadly:-)}]

Now that I am in office and literally can't move my head, I understand how difficult it could be to be 18 till I die! (I might want to join a gym once I start moving my body with out pain!)

Cheers:-)

Snap Shots

It may be called one of the most common views on the street, but the picture of a man and a dog lying down for a nap together brought out some thoughts in me. The man had found comfort under a blanket on the footpath and the dog over it. They both had the warmth they longed for, though the man had an extra shield from the mosquitoes singing out for food.

The level of co existence at this canvas was surprisingly enormous. I felt that it reflected on the extravagant ego culture in the society. The poor man, beaten by luck, did not mind the less fortunate dog sharing his comfort. It was probably of his circumstances that he had been compassionate. Then I found an article in the paper about an abandoned child at St. Martha’s Hospital at Bangalore. The girl child was just 5 hrs old when found!

I hope and believe that humanity has not lost its compassion. The child was adopted. If only we could get over our selfish and irrelevant ego, the world would be a better place to live in.

Back in the blog!

It has been long time since I posted a blog. My life had been in dire straits... the feeling of not having a job. Thankfully the bloggers group came to help. Noufal had introduced me to blogging and here I met Maddie who introduced me to Ashwin Shetty who referred me to Michael Foley, the head of design at Titan Industries.

Mike wanted to see my work and invited me to join his product design team at Titan! Now that I am back in business, I think its time to publish more posts.

Thank you Nouf, Suma, Ashwin and of course Mike.

"I am back"