Change - Beautiful word. It can be used for any kind of situation (just like Osho’s use for the F word). Why I had to leave Bombay and come to Hyderabad, why I have to shift to a newer apartment every 4-5 months or why every country needs a new leader time and again – Change! I came to hate the word a lot, because it became clichéd. You never notice the changes when you’re young, and once you’re past that youth threshold, you never want some things to change drastically; even when they do, you look forward to an explanation which most of the time goes like this - “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it”.
I remember a conversation I had with my friend when we both had just joined Deloitte together. We were debating on change; I was against change and she was advocating why change was important. I guess we never came to a consensus (stubborn ass that I was), but before I went to sleep that night, all the important changes I’d undergone in my life just kept propping up. The biggest one has to be my moving to Hyderabad from Bombay to work for Deloitte. That was the first time I’d stayed away from home, and I’d taken it up coz’ I wanted to see how life was living away from your folks. Trust me, I did not like it one bit, and had it not been for the early days with my new friends in Hyderabad, I would have packed my ass back to Bombay. But I met people who had left their abode when they were in junior college, and why they knew leaving home was a good decision since it prepared them for the life that lay ahead. You always crib in the beginning, they said, and then ‘you get used to it’. I wasn’t in awe of that idea, but what they say, somehow, is always right! I’m having a ball of a time in Hyderabad now, and even though it can’t be compared to the Bombay life I had, it has given me three important things – love, friends (always welcome) and experience.
And there was that time when we’d shifted closer to my dad’s office for his convenience, but the thought of leaving the place I’d stayed all my life (16 years then) was just too much to bear. Leaving the place meant not seeing my friends every day, not sleeping in the same bed anymore and no cricket. But then you think about it, I made many more friends, we got a better bed (:P) and not only cricket, but other games like snooker, table tennis which I wouldn’t have got to play had I been there. There were many other instances (A lazy student to a workaholic, a brawny guy to a bulky mass, to name a few) which really made me chuckle the entire time that night. But I know now why change is necessary and why we must live with it.
Heraclitus once quoted, “Change is the only constant”. This one and “Change is inevitable” are sufficient to explain why we need change. And now the best part is, when change is around the corner, you won’t even notice!
Monday, April 27, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Random shit
Dumass better than a smartass anyday!!!
Man, those were the days... I used to like to write... I loved the fact that my life did not revolve around television, studies or peeling myself while playing cricket... And I did not have to write for someone (thats what I kept telling people initially, but actually you do imbibe a certain level of decency in your blogs once you find out others, especially girls, are reading your blogs), it was more of a word doc which I keep for the times when I wanted to read something that wasnt a text book or a magazine. But now, I've missed so many instances where I witnessed something amazing and wanted to pen it down then and there, but I was technologically under-equipped and had to let it pass. Life aint a Google labaratory, where new things come out of it everyday.
My love life was cut short by my arrogance and my workaholicism (is that a word, too lazy to check), even before it started. Man, she was perfect, and I cannot do justice by using any other word, she was just... perfect! But then life teaches you lessons, and how, so you never forget... I'm sure I wont... There are others who do forget, I will not... You need to respect a lot of things in a relationship... 1. Dont be a smartass 2. Respect time and other associated metrics, but mostly time 3. Be yourself 4. You cant always be right, and there is a chance you're never right, accept it 5. Dont write blogs (trust me on this one) 6. Be good friends for life
The asshole: Well, did you know that there is one person who becomes your asshole for the day? Now, not everything goes right everyday and you need to have somebody to blame it on. Maybe it was a small thing, but had it not been for this small thing, the day wudda been perfect, right!! So you need to have an AhOTD! The point I'm trying to make is not who becomes your AhOTD regularly - how many people actually consider you to be the AhOTD!!! I know I win it for quite a few people everyday (my team members, my immediate friends, etc etc), and its fun... zzzzzzzzzzzzz Sleep is getting the better of me, so buzz off allya... adios!
Man, those were the days... I used to like to write... I loved the fact that my life did not revolve around television, studies or peeling myself while playing cricket... And I did not have to write for someone (thats what I kept telling people initially, but actually you do imbibe a certain level of decency in your blogs once you find out others, especially girls, are reading your blogs), it was more of a word doc which I keep for the times when I wanted to read something that wasnt a text book or a magazine. But now, I've missed so many instances where I witnessed something amazing and wanted to pen it down then and there, but I was technologically under-equipped and had to let it pass. Life aint a Google labaratory, where new things come out of it everyday.
My love life was cut short by my arrogance and my workaholicism (is that a word, too lazy to check), even before it started. Man, she was perfect, and I cannot do justice by using any other word, she was just... perfect! But then life teaches you lessons, and how, so you never forget... I'm sure I wont... There are others who do forget, I will not... You need to respect a lot of things in a relationship... 1. Dont be a smartass 2. Respect time and other associated metrics, but mostly time 3. Be yourself 4. You cant always be right, and there is a chance you're never right, accept it 5. Dont write blogs (trust me on this one) 6. Be good friends for life
The asshole: Well, did you know that there is one person who becomes your asshole for the day? Now, not everything goes right everyday and you need to have somebody to blame it on. Maybe it was a small thing, but had it not been for this small thing, the day wudda been perfect, right!! So you need to have an AhOTD! The point I'm trying to make is not who becomes your AhOTD regularly - how many people actually consider you to be the AhOTD!!! I know I win it for quite a few people everyday (my team members, my immediate friends, etc etc), and its fun... zzzzzzzzzzzzz Sleep is getting the better of me, so buzz off allya... adios!
Boring ideas in(to) my mind!!!!
April 04, 2008 – 16:18
Bored (I guess if ‘bored’ is not how most of my blogs start, it at least appears once in the opening sentence) is what I was 2 hours back. I have come to hating the idea of staying at home and watching television. Chatting with a couple of friends from college, I had to let them go live their lives in Mumbai while I am grinding (hmm) in Hyderabad. Last night was amazing, the 3 of us just nearly relived every moment that we had placed in our ‘penseive’ while in college, and are gonna talk about I guess every time we meet for the rest of our lives. But I rue that it had to happen on a Friday night; the whole week I’ve been missing Mumbai like crazy, and last night’s call will just aggravate the ‘missing’. I’ve already planned to go home next weekend, and watch Fast and Furious, the movie which godknowswhy hasn’t released in Hyderabad.
So, there I was, in the living room half dead, when it struck that I could take Madan’s (room-e) bike and go places. The heat is a killer here, and even though you don’t sweat as much, the brain would have started simulating a sauna had it not been for the eyes! But then, IMAX was handing out free tickets with two 1.5 liter Coke© bottles, and I wanted to catch up “Kung Fu Panda” for a long time, so I headed out in the sun with my new shades on my dreamy eyes. Well, it wasn’t as sunny as I’d expected, but that just lasted till I took out the bike, after the fiery air started pricking my skin. Then I remembered that my ex roommate Sachin had called in the morning and I started out 18 kms towards Begumpet to meet him. Your resolve starts to weaken when it’s already weak in the first place and you start feeling like an idiot after you go over your idea again and again. I took a left from Hitec instead of the straight I was to take.
Well, did not feel so bad, ‘cause seriously, I had no idea what I was doing. I saw a nariyal pani wala who gave me nice refreshing (refreshing for 5 minutes) coconut water for 10 bucks. Then I rode ahead where I found this nariyal pani wala who was selling for 5 bucks, and I remembered the Murphy’s law I had read just yesterday – “Once you have bought something, you will find the same item being sold elsewhere at a cheaper rate.” Well, I obviously chuckled and went ahead with my mini-Hyderabad darshan. I reached JNTU, and I couldn’t help but pull over to view the amazing coalescing of two clouds to just block out the sunlight. I actually owe it to my Polaroids, else I would not have been able to view it properly. It also prevented me from crashing into a truck on the same way! I went to Talkie Town and got 4 “8x10 Tasveer” tickets for the night. Now I am back home, thinking of the heat that April and May have in stow for us, the dwindling amount of work in office and how I was gonna plan my next visit back home. Sachin will have to wait another mood-swing.
Sucks…
Bored (I guess if ‘bored’ is not how most of my blogs start, it at least appears once in the opening sentence) is what I was 2 hours back. I have come to hating the idea of staying at home and watching television. Chatting with a couple of friends from college, I had to let them go live their lives in Mumbai while I am grinding (hmm) in Hyderabad. Last night was amazing, the 3 of us just nearly relived every moment that we had placed in our ‘penseive’ while in college, and are gonna talk about I guess every time we meet for the rest of our lives. But I rue that it had to happen on a Friday night; the whole week I’ve been missing Mumbai like crazy, and last night’s call will just aggravate the ‘missing’. I’ve already planned to go home next weekend, and watch Fast and Furious, the movie which godknowswhy hasn’t released in Hyderabad.
So, there I was, in the living room half dead, when it struck that I could take Madan’s (room-e) bike and go places. The heat is a killer here, and even though you don’t sweat as much, the brain would have started simulating a sauna had it not been for the eyes! But then, IMAX was handing out free tickets with two 1.5 liter Coke© bottles, and I wanted to catch up “Kung Fu Panda” for a long time, so I headed out in the sun with my new shades on my dreamy eyes. Well, it wasn’t as sunny as I’d expected, but that just lasted till I took out the bike, after the fiery air started pricking my skin. Then I remembered that my ex roommate Sachin had called in the morning and I started out 18 kms towards Begumpet to meet him. Your resolve starts to weaken when it’s already weak in the first place and you start feeling like an idiot after you go over your idea again and again. I took a left from Hitec instead of the straight I was to take.
Well, did not feel so bad, ‘cause seriously, I had no idea what I was doing. I saw a nariyal pani wala who gave me nice refreshing (refreshing for 5 minutes) coconut water for 10 bucks. Then I rode ahead where I found this nariyal pani wala who was selling for 5 bucks, and I remembered the Murphy’s law I had read just yesterday – “Once you have bought something, you will find the same item being sold elsewhere at a cheaper rate.” Well, I obviously chuckled and went ahead with my mini-Hyderabad darshan. I reached JNTU, and I couldn’t help but pull over to view the amazing coalescing of two clouds to just block out the sunlight. I actually owe it to my Polaroids, else I would not have been able to view it properly. It also prevented me from crashing into a truck on the same way! I went to Talkie Town and got 4 “8x10 Tasveer” tickets for the night. Now I am back home, thinking of the heat that April and May have in stow for us, the dwindling amount of work in office and how I was gonna plan my next visit back home. Sachin will have to wait another mood-swing.
Sucks…
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