Tuesday, March 30, 2004

 
Blogging is an addiction and a crime.

The crime is dangerous because often the most awry thoughts take flight and become written words - like the one I did on the pub-hopping. Was asked by more than one person if I actually pub-hopped. Well, I have visited a pub and wish malt would'nt smell as awful. And I dont drink. But if I did perhaps it will alter their image of me and perhaps it no longer was "nice" to know me. Assumption, deduction.
Whatever.

The addiction is easier on the mind. Its great to sit in the dead of the night and write what comes as words like ants out of an anthill! Sometimes, after a long day of ennui this is a nice way to relax. And often, when the demons come out with their daggers a BLOG is enough to slay them.

Meanwhile, my relationship with the blog is maturing over the days and hope this will result in sane, more coherent thoughts being logged.

Gnight !

Wednesday, March 24, 2004

 
Pub-hopping in Silicon Valley

I live in the Silicon Valley of India - on the Deccan Plateau at 800 m elevation from the rest of the sea-level hoi-polloi of India. The world is a blur most of my waking time unless it is in the form of a new technology, gadget or machinery that 90% of India cannot dream of. Then I focus intensely until the object of desire is mine. The rest as they say is confined to history gadget and all !

But come to pub-hopping and my senses are alert. Everyday I have a new pub, a new watering hole inviting me to come and get giddy with their "better bitter". Everyday, I look at the pitcher on my table and wish there was more froth in it. I wish that my neighbour who discovered a new pub would help me get there. I wish beer was the panacea for all ills of my life. I wish that the next pub I go to will keep me there as a loyal and offer me unlimited beer for life. Or that the beer had a few free golf-games thrown in. (All the while gadgets vie to make me happy.) And the bartender who taps the fresh draft is honest and flexible and all powerful to help me set course for my life but with beer ofcourse ! That my high is from beer that is made of the best malt and that the best vats tap it. And that the bartender will not blink an eyelid when I turn and get away from his den. And that he will welcome me with equal fervour the next time I pub hop and condescend to visit him.

That sir, is the life of a software engineer in my Silicon Valley where the game of employer-employee is truly about pub-hopping. Trust me.

Ending the day on this very sober note !

Tuesday, March 23, 2004

 
Mind reading

Is mind-reading real ? Whatever it is, its a strange feeling to get told the things you are thinking about or even have plans to think about ! Its happening with alarming frequency to me in the past few days. If the trend continues I'll have to do DMA to get my thoughts downloaded from people around me. And that day my blog will just be a link to another's.

Leave you with those thoughts. Have a great day !

Monday, March 22, 2004

 
Is justice rendered or taken?

While the ignominy of working in an unfair world day-in and day-out haunts the human mind, the mind-set of the victimized and the oppressor are distinct. The victim is often seen as the entity willing to give-in and be harassed, is often on the receiving side and the oppressor is seen as the stronger of the two, whose might is unquestioned, who is fearless of consequences and has razor-sharp vision of what to accomplish for which no stone will be left unturned. Ruthless may be the oft used word.

But what is the psyche of the unseen participant-observer whose need is to objectively assess and recompense with the situation that is paramount to the preservation of the cause at hand? How many of us faced with such a situation have abstained from forming opinions OR have taken sides and been partisan often compelled by our own fears of being alienated and fading into oblivion? How many of us chosen to wait for justice and how many have gone ahead and done what was due/just? Is justice rendered or taken?

Dude, if you're here and blank, dont blame me. This was written in a fit of emotional turbulence and it perhaps needs similar experience to empathise.

Have a great day !

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