Jaipur Serial Bomb Blasts

Before 60 years, there used to be a big country, they called it "Bharat". The countrymen fought for the freedom of their motherland and worked with shoulders to shoulders. Their efforts bear fruits when they got freedom, but it came with a cost of partitioning. Then after some years, another nation was born called Bangladesh. If you trace the roots of these nations, you essentially find exact similarities. They belonged to the same civilization and had similar culture, their religions and customs were different, but they still lived together. And today, the sons of same soil are turning into beasts, hungry for their own brother's blood. Go back and read news papers, bomb blasts are becoming as common as street accidents these days. And it's not India alone but all of these countries are severely affected by these "self-run" calamities. I don't know if there is any other example in world's history which showed such a hatred in a society who was known for brotherly relations.

The Jaipur serial bomb blasts might bring a medal of honor to someone or maybe an increment to the post of commander, for someone it might be an ultimate way to reach Allah, for someone it will be a sacrifice of Jihad, but for those who lost their loved ones, it will bring nothing but tears and lots of uncertainties. Our intelligence agencies will certainly find the culprits but one thing should be made clear, are we really catching the big fishes, the masterminds or are we punishing the pawns? There are clues that the RDX was brought from Bangladesh and this heinous act has a lots of similarities with earlier series of blasts. It's clear as water that we do have large number of traitors inside our homes and they should be punished to death. They all should be killed in a similar manner as these innocent people. Unless we clean our homes from such unhealthy worms, we will never be able to fight against the external forces. And to be very clear, one day will definitely come when Pakistan and Bangladesh have to pay the prize for knowingly / unknowingly supporting these activities.

Jaipur was known for its tourist spots and there are many other cities in India which are on hit-lists. As a responsible citizen it's our duty to report if anything "fishy" happening around us. It's seen that the terrorists are using new technologies to make this happen. I would be much more than happy if by any means I could be of any assistance to the country.

Sherlock Holmes rules !!!

Some legends are unforgettable, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is one of them. These days I am virtually living at 221B, Baker Street, London. In school days, I read a translated Marathi version of Sherlock Holmes and used to tell those stories in class. But being a translation, it did not create an impact as such. After all, it's difficult to keep the same original level in a translation and it makes even more difficult when the original work is of someone like Sir Arthur. One thing is sure, Sherlock Holmes impresses every age group - from a school going kid to a retired old person. There is something in his character that creates such an influence that nobody forgets him. There are his ways of deductions, which seem so simple, yet so uncommon and productive.

I am about to finish the first volume ( Study in Scarlet), probably I am way too late, since some of my friends have already read the complete collection of stories. The language is not easy, certainly not like we normally speak, but it is written is such a way that we don't mind keeping dictionary besides us and understanding every difficult word that comes across. I am getting a severe headache because of my late night readings, and also these days I reach office at around 11, I never had such experience earlier, never ever I was so much into any book. Sherlock Holmes' narration is so perfect that as if we are seeing this great consulting detective working in front of us. I envy Dr. Watson who had a chance to see Holmes so closely and who observed his intellectual prowess . Sherlock Holmes rules the hearts of readers and I bet, world will never produce someone who will surpass the magic ( rather the deductive reasoning ) of Holmes. No wonders, people still write their cases at his address.

O.D. salutes you S.H. and pray, you live long in my heart ...

Time changes and so the interests

After a very long gap today I happened to see my Orkut scraps. There should have been a award called largest turnaround time ever or the laziest Orkut user on Earth, and I would be amongst the highly nominated candidates for it. Some of the scraps were 7-8 months old and still waiting for reply. I hate people who don't reply and that makes me most hated person. I don't remember if I replied to all of them but at least to those which sounded like "How are you?" because others were wishing me "Happy Holi", now God knows in which month Holi comes but I can't now reply them saying "Happy Holi to you too !"(assuming that I don't have a cron job that identifies Holi and keeps scrapping all of my friends each year)

When I was in college, (we are not talking about ancient times here, I am not that old) before around 2 years, Orkut and those social networking sites popped up like anything. There were other similar sites I was knowing but didn't try their taste. So someone from my friends sent me the invitation and it all started. I did not have internet connection at home in those days (neither do I have it today), so I remember sitting in my college's internet lab and scrapping like a crazy person. I had a good reason to tell and that was my BE project which kept me away from the bureaucracy of public internet cafe. Later people started me finding all the time in that cafe and some of my juniors started thinking me as the person who runs the lab. On a positive notes, some of them also started looking at me like a person deeply engrossed in his project work. As they say, overuse kills everything, I gradually lost interest in social networking. Today even FaceBook and their fancy applications doesn't attract my attention. When I joined my company, emails were my prime means of passing time. I used to forward almost all crap that I was receiving until I read about a serious article on network traffic and spams. That backed me off from forwards but I still like to send good emails, although they are rare these days ( or my interests are changing).

I have now found out other ways to use ( waste is the proper word ) my time. It's searching anything on Google, anything here means stuff that adds to your useless knowledge quota. I am glad that it's not that useless as you see on the link. And since the time I came to know about Wikipedia, I am again back in Orkut phase except this time it's Wikipedia. There are two more things I am enjoying after engineering - blogging and reading. I have a habit to read nice post or articles on internet. Today when I was looking through my 450+ Orkut friend's list, I was trying to find a Blogger Friend, someone whose blogs I can read ( with a little but practical hope that he / she keeps the blog updated), but I did not find one. I wish people should start blogging now. All of us have a life which is full of incidents, encounters and emotions. Shouldn't blog be the place to put those reactions or views?

But it rained ...

Sometimes you know that something is going to happen. You kind of have a premonition. Your good old friend had also seen the same days. But you have hopes. It's important for you since it's THE THING for which you do all this stuff. You try to prepare yourself for it. And suddenly the D - Day comes. You sit and listen. You listen to all the crap that the person in front of you is talking about. You suddenly "discover" things which are expected from you. Imagine, you are expected to know lot of things in a small time frame and you try for it. But poor you! the knowledge is so vast that your small information is hardly useful. Then what you do? You seek help. And there you are !!! You made a greatest mistake, you have done things which you are not supposed to do. You suddenly EAT UP other's precious time, so now the verdict is : face the music.

You have never felt so stupid before. You don't speak neither answer. You do have cards to play but someone with such a feeble brain is sitting in front of you that you take a step back. You don't shut yourself up completely, but again when you listen to the childish remarks from the other person, you feel awful. It's like you are talking to someone who knows it but tries to cut things in between, creates a scene in which he virtually BALANCES things. Really, your comments / opinions hardly matter in a predefined world. It's just an illusion that you see, which sometimes gives a feel that you are in control of things. You think, you WILL get what you have expected since you worked hard for it. But alas! some external factors make so much impact that your real efforts are not at all appreciated.

And you know the worst thing? It hurts. It god damn hurts a lot!!! It takes out the zest / joy of doing things. Had it been the case that you didn't put in efforts, then it's OK. But what is painful is instead of your honest contribution, you never get counted. You never get what you deserved. You get bitter lessons from life that teaches you hell lot of things and bring you back on Earth. You are not perfect, there are certainly things to be worked on, but they are weighed in such a negative manner that it crosses over every good thing that you have done before. And you know, you are sick of being called as GOOD, you starve to be EXCELLENT and in pursuit of this excellence you give your 100% and in doing that you forget about the system for which you are doing it.

The result is , you think it will shine tomorrow but it rains !!!