Just another thought

"A thought is too precious to remain just a thought".

Thus spake Kidoredo a good fifty years ago.

In the years to come( December 30th 2055 to be precise), that's what people around the world will realize. Jokes apart, I serious feel each one of us should preserve one's thought. Store it, write it, blog it or execute it but don't let it stay a mere thought. A postive thought has the capability to spread energy,happiness and cheer all round. Well, I don't think I will ever get tired of repeating the significance of "thought".

I want to go home early today (I never feel otherwise anytime). But today I want to catch the Sonia Gandhi interview on CNN-IBN channel. Guess there is a Sonia Gandhi interview on NDTV as well. I want to see how different or how similiar these two would be. I saw the ad on both the channels on TV today and felt it couldn't get any bigger. Rajdeep Sardesai on CNN-IBN and Barkha Dutt on NDTV and Sonia Gandhi up against them.

Talking of journalists makes me brood about myself. What am I? I often speak about "thought" but I am no thinker. The term "thinker" is too serious and weighs heavy on me. I am not a journalist for I don't report news. So what's the word for me? Pseudo Journalist? Naah. since I neither lie or nor do I pretend and the pseudo cannot mean anything else but false. I am a journo-journalist( something like f(f(x))) because I often end up discussing how the news was discussed.

The office is empty this being a weekend. This is not just another weekend but the last weekend of the year. I can hear the "Happy New Year" phrase buzzing all around even I as type this sentence. New year reminds me of a "resolution" and voila ... I have yet another line on "thought". "Don't let a thought remain a thought , turn it into a resolution if you can." :):):)

An ode to my bike tyre

Some things in life do not get the recognition they deserve. If I make a list of the things that I couldn't do without, perhaps the "tyre of my bike" would be right on top( just below the "asshole" :D those of you who have got that eeks expression on your face please remind yourself of the cliched idea of "If the asshole stops working for a week" ). So I thought , it's time to express my feeling to my dear tyre.

Dear Tyre,

How are you? Perhaps I should be asking you this question every single moment you selflessly serve me, every single moment you make your way thrusting yourself against the heartless potholes. Sorry dear. I wonder if I can ever thank you for what you have done for me.

My tryst with you was never planned . It just happened like most of the good relationships of life happen. But ever since you have been with me, you have served me faithfully . Forty odd kms daily and that too on the roads on Hyderabad is no easy task. I had this idea of moving closer to the office for your sake but that would mean that your friends ( dad's bike's tyres) would have to bear the brunt. I am happy that you have taken up the responsibility and have delivered the task. ( Sorry tyre..for the corporate lingo.. but that's how my PM praises me).

I feel sorry for you when you need to make your way through the murky waters and all kinds of bull shit. I can't urge the cattle to keep the roads clean, especially when I have failed in my attempt to convince my fellows of the importance of civic sense. These days I find all kinds of construction raw material scattered on the roads in the name of road widening. How I wish I had some kind of buffer to protect you against the cruel rocks and mindless gravel. I try to find the smoothest option available but then that always carries the risk of your rivals hurting you.

Hyderabad this year has had a torrent of rains. Thankfully for me you have learned to swim and so I had no problem wading through the waters. I hope your makers will provide protective windsheeters/raincoats for your future generations. I also think there should be some kind of deodrants or surrounding-air-freshners so that you don't get stiffled in the dirt.

I request you to bear with all these and keep yourself fit. Don't burst unless you are in a absolutely hopeless situation. If you want to go flat do it when I am near my house so that I can take you to the near by doctor( mechanic) for treatment.Remember that you should never misbehave when someone of the fairer sex is travelling with me. If you do that ,you will end up bursting both yourself and me.

So then ,keep fit and I will take care of you.

Your owner,

The heartless driver

Happy Birthday

Birthday... I always thought that it should be the best day of the year. The day was supposed to mine. As a kid, I remember I used to take the extra liberty to chat even when the teacher was teaching. I knew that I would be let off, for it was my birthday, my day. As the years passed on, the day "birthday" started becoming even more special to me. Birthdays of all my friends were important for me. I would leave no stone unturned to make the "Birthday friend" happy. My birthday of course would be extra special.

My birthday when I was in class 6 was very special, for I played cricket that day and my side won both the matches played. The fact that I was the captain made me even more happy( now then..I am not a cricketer I am talking about a kids match... 6th class kids... girls included). The one in 10th was the worst for I fought with my dad as he did not help me out for the essay writing contest. I sulked the whole day and wondered if the day could get any worse. The birthdays in 11th and 12th, I feel were no good. I was already into this "blushes"( hmmm.. my word for the word "crush" more on it later) thing and tried to spend time with the so called special person. Thinking back, I feel it was a stupid idea, given the fact the special person never considered me special. Of course, her birthday for a couple of years was every "special" for me. In fact special is not the word. It was a day I waited for the whole year, the day I thought I would change myself and change the world, the day for all resolutions. May be I carry that feeling even now.( a lot tonned down however). I tend to get more consicious about it than my "blush" herself.Blush!!! ( I am talking about my red cheeks now)

Hostel life rocks!!! There is nothing to beat that. Each and Every b'day is fun... especially those 15 mins past 12:00 A.M when everyone around is keen to demonstrate their football skills. Each of those 4 birthdays was special in its own way with the 4th one being the best.

A year later, when I completed 23, I was in the sofware industry. Suprisingly this one was better than any of my previous ones, perhaps even the ones in the hostel. I had so many friends in different groups that the celebrations lasted almost one week. I had everything from my shorts to jerkins being gifted by my friends. It was so good that this year I had decided that it couldn't get any better. Perhaps that was the reason why this one was also fun.

Over the years my friends and colleagues have sung( I doubt if "sung" is the right word) the "Happy Birthday" song for me. I dont remember the last time it was actually sung...as in ..with all the energy and enthusiasm. Perhaps it was way back when I was in the kindergarden. Probably there was energy since we did'nt know the song. Now, it is more like a dull excercise that one needs to undergo before pouncing on the cake. I feel we should be singing or playing some latest filmi hit instead of mechanically going through the "Happy Birthday" song. The cake-cutting is meant to be a happy occasion, a time to be cheerul. Let's not get dull and monotonic. Hmmm..I am neither a poet nor a composer but how about trying to compose a new "Birthday" song full of josh?