4.6.09

A Pawn becomes powerful at the END..!




……from my boyhood, the struggle that attracted me most was the Indian freedom struggle. The role of Netaji attracted me very much. I was brought up in an environment of strict discipline from childhood. I was not permitted to mingle freely with outsiders. I used to feel shy of girls. Great store was laid by personal rectitude and discipline. My father set an example through his own personal conduct: He would not even chew betel leaves. A very straightforward man. Even while criticizing me, they marvel at the fact that such a son was born to such a father! In my own case, he reasoned rather than regimented and his attitude was that of a friend.... As I said, I grew up as a shy boy.....especially in the matter or mingling with girls.

I used to read books on the rise of Napoleon and his exploits..... This kind of history held special appeal.....in the Mahabharata, the roles of Bhima and Karna were especially attractive to me..... The spirit of sacrifice appeared crucial. People respond to characters in the Mahabharata in various ways. I value the character and role of Karna the most, on account of his readiness to make the ultimate sacrifice …..


These are not excerpts from a politician’s biography, its neither glimpse from life story of any social reformer. It’s an excerpt from interview with Velupillai Prabhakaran, infamous for founding L.T.T.E and introducing “suicide-bombers”.


It was early 1970s. It was the time Ceylon was just renamed Sri Lanka. The little beautiful island country was popular for tourism. The rich flora and fauna, a great sacred history and strong cultural background, it had everything.

And it happened.

Jaffna, the cultural capital of Sri Lanka was observing a discussion amongst local Tamilian clan. This particular discussion was aimed at claiming political freedom, financial status for local repressed Tamil speaking people, and suddenly a mob of Sinhalese (The majority in Sri Lanka) attacked and later which lead to death of prominent persons.

Thileepan, a Tamil activist who was traumatized by incident, succumbed to death by following fasting as a way to oppose the then Sri Lankan Govt.

This incident really moved Velupillai Prabhakaran.!

He joined TNT (Tamil New Tigers), and the rest what followed was total massacre. To start with, Mayor of Jaffna Alfred Duraiappah was shot dead. Several bombs explosion while attempting to kill then Prime Minister Bhandara Naike marred many.

But, Prabhakaran was not in terms to settle. He established his own outfit which went on to rule Northern Lanka for 30 years, LTTE..! This rebellion group had its own Army, Navy and air force, the group chanted just one mantra, Tamil Ealam (Tamil country).People who opposed were gunned down, by hook or crook he got his enemy strangled to death. Guerilla warfare, suicide bombing, AK 47s, Strategy warfare, whatever let it be, he and his team excelled. Indian Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi in 1991, Sri Lankan President Rajasinghe Premadasa in 1993, he cared for none. Media feared him, Tamil Diaspora worshipped him …

But the point is, he too had a family, he even had simhalese friends; a loving wife; two sons and a daughter. He never tied killer-belt to his daughter’s waist and let her kill a VIP. Everyday he prayed and did the normal stuff.

Where he went wrong?

Nobody had ever imagined in a country where political majority was with whites, that a non-white black would be President. But it has materialized as Obama becoming 44th President of US of A.

I have a dream

The public spoke the same language. Ate same food, enjoyed same drink. They got educated, got married but there was only one line of separation. The complexion. It was the time when blacks were tabooed to join whites, restaurants, educational institutions, or any theatres. But none dared oppose “White Monopoly”over them until one of the blacks came forward, boosted the oppressed blacks, retorted back at rulers in white. It was none other than Martin Luther King Jr.

Martin Luther received a B.A. degree from Morehouse College, which was a college for Negroes then. After 3 years of theological study at Crozer Theological Seminary in Pennsylvania he became the president where majority were whites, he received a B.D. in 1951. This boosted his spirits to fight for blacks and their rights.

MLK as he was called, never settled for the treatment he and his men received from the whites. He, in order to serve his purpose joined various committees, demonstrations as act of his protest against the unfairness for his men. He believed firmly on principles of Christianity and practicality of Gandhian way of passive resistance. He was elected president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference which aimed at restoring civil rights . He traveled for 11 years, conducted several thousands of speeches, and made people aware of their rights. He wrote many books and articles, led campaigns against injustice towards his men and strongly supported equality amongst citizens of USA.

His Birmingham, Alabama campaigns got attention from all over the world and this revolutionized US history. He was arrested at least twenty five times and was wounded various times. His house was bombed, he was mocked at. But he never let his spirits down. He was given five honorary degrees, was named man of the year by Time in 1963 and not just that he was then youngest one to receive to Nobel Prize.

He never believed in vehemence, civil disobedience and non violence were his weapons to fight. When Michael Jackson dances, Jordan scores a 3 pointer one can see what MLK had dreamt for his men.

How contradictory?


Political life I believe is like playing chess, where the repressed or rebellion is just a pawn. And he has to face the mighty troop of ministers, knights and bishops. You will move according to the rules of majority and you don’t have power. That’s why you are repressed. And remember when pawn reaches its final destination, it becomes powerful.

Only if Prabhakaran had realized this….!

13.5.09

Just KIDDING....!





Just kidding, I am sorry… :)


It has been part and parcel of our life. You do all the nasty things and have a readymade pretext. How funny? But none wants to be a kid infact.

I am now fed up being adult and doing mature things. And I am damn sure so are you. Get up early in the morning, do all the things and go to school wearing uniform. Seriously, I want to be a kid. Fight with neighbor, steal chocolates from Naveen anna’s shop, collect the pebbles, listen to mythic stories, by-heart the math table , make a paper boat and let it in rain water running in gutter, keeping a larva in matchbox and “bringing it up” till it becomes a big butterfly…

“Err execuse me , Juniper has issues, its ge-1/0/0 port has gone down; need to get it rebooted”

To hell with Juniper. I sometimes think to get that router emptied of all the ICs, cards sockets ports and fill it with blue water, grow some mosses and let some colorful fishes swim.. Will not the lab then look cute….?

I am of the opinion that every one has a kid hidden in them. Be it GM of the company or a paanwala. Little innocence, little naughtiness why can’t we possess? Even if we do why are we acting? Why, as we grow older stick to Economic times and not Tinkle? Why we stay away from tempting Ice creams and cakes once we were addicted to eat? These are some of the questions I usually avoid answering.


What we like actually in kids?

A colleague of mine chooses kids smile. She herself is mother, said she also liked her kid picking its first words ‘Mom, Papa’ (Not coz they are in alphabetic order ..!) .Some chose kids innocence; their face being bucket of question marks. A kid’s touch is charismatic. Isn’t it like a bird’s soft feather?

Why can’t we be kids?

Gotcha…! Scare for your image right? : P what if a passer by observes me dancing when I am listening to a rocking music? Or is it because you want to declare your maturity? You don’t want to have more toys as you are “grown” ? Come one..! Once in a while be a kid... You love it. I always liked being like that. It will “ F5” ( read it as refresh) your life.. Trash the files; stop the coding and go out and get wet in the rain.. Pick some rocking music and do a hip shake...and definitely read Tinkle.. ( Suppandi is just awesome , and he is still alive )

You will definitely LOVE your life again… Trust me 


Two kids were boasting ..….

Kid1 : I have got a big home.

Kid2 : I have got a bigger home .

Kid 1 : My bro is intelligent ,

Kid2 : My bro , sis both have scored better marks than your bro.

Kid1 : My mom is beautiful.

Kid2 ( frowns, feels he lost ) : Yeah I do agree with that, I lost , My dad too says so… 


Can you Kid ?

7.4.09

FOR ALL, I TRUST HER…!





Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to…
George Seaton

Angel
Noun
1. A spiritual being believed to be an attendant or messenger of God
2. A conventional representation of an angel as a human being with wings
3. Informal a person who is kind, pure, or beautiful

It was my Anganwaadi (Kindergarten) class, I remember Ratnavathi Teacher narrating a story on one Cinderella, the poor girl who was living a tragic life and later was fortunate enough to get wed locked with Prince of the state. “They lived happily ever after “story. What caught my attention was the ANGEL...! The Angel in the story poured her love on this poor chit of girl and bestowed her all the luxuries. So sweet of angel.

What if I had an Angel with me? Call her fairy or semi-human magician or genie, whatever. It’s just exciting to have an Angel in your life. I was thinking then... What if I really had an Angel? What should I say to mom?

I went to Ratnavathi teacher (I used to ask her so many doubts) asked “Do Angels really exist? Why don’t we get to see them? Can I have an Angel for me? ”. I must appreciate her; she never discouraged me asking doubts. She was pleasant and soft. She said “Yes, Angels do exist . They help people who are in trouble and only are visible to them.”
It was pleasant answer. And I was no Cinderella. I dint have any works to do at home as she did , except for home works and my teacher told Angels don’t help to do homeworks. A Kid’s thoughts, a kid’s desire to have an Angel….

There was one serial in DD, every Sunday was getting telecasted “Sabina – A story of an Angel”. I was ardent fan of her .It shaped my mind that Angels are feminine in looks and emotions. I asked my mom too about angels, I don’t remember what she answered. I guess she was busy cooking.

It was some place; I don’t remember. I had been to relatives’ home there. And in the evening we went for outing, me, my mom and that aunt. We boarded bus in the evening; my mom and aunt were seated in front seats. You know right? It’s me. I requested mom that I will be seated in backseats as I liked chatting with conductor ( I always wanted to be a conductor ). I occupied last seat (I was 7, you know what? My mom was confident about me). I was stupid; I saw a building identical to my aunt’s home. I got down there from back exit thinking mom and aunt had got down from front exit.

Guess what? bus left, and there was no mom and no aunt. It was evening and I was scared to death. How to contact my mom? My heart was throbbing loudly. It breezed. A fair lady was passing near by, saw me lonely and sobbing. She came to me and asked my whereabouts. I knew only Konkani, Urdu and little ungrammatical Kannada. I explained somehow what happened, some information about my parents. I also told her that I was missing mom and need soon to be with mom. She consoled me and caught my hand and we were walking towards the way where my bus had left. It was complete silence. I dint say anything she dint ask anything, she was just all smiling and consoling. Some quarter of an hour later, I saw my mom and aunt coming towards us walking, worried.

She smiled and went; I felt she was the Angel.

I was growing. Textbooks had much of science, matter and cosmos. Theory of evolution, Big bang theory. My heart broke. It all left my thoughts, ideals bogus. No Angels No Gods and No sinner shall perish and the goody shall nourish. It was a big blow.
It gradually made me think. Angels need not be having magical powers; need not be having wings. They help the people who are in trouble and are visible only to them. Some said Mother Teresa was an angel; some believed Divya Bharati was an angel; some loved their daughter as an angel. Angelic World, Angelic Life, Angelic Thoughts.

Since then I felt Angels are amongst us; my mom is an angel, my teachers are angels, my friends are angels and the beautiful people around you are angels. You are in trouble they will show up and they will help you. They will inspire your life. They will soothe your fist sized tender heart. Every person, creature in this world has feminine quality in traces which is Angelic.

But you have too see for HER, trust HER and wait for HER..!

Yes.. Angels do EXIST..!

18.3.09

MADE IN INDIA



[ Abhay Bhushan ]

“ M.I.T. is now to receive all Network Working Group memos. Memos should
be addressed to:
Abhai Bhushan
Room 807 - Project MAC
545 Technology Square
Cambridge, Mass. 02139
Abhai's phone is (617) 864-6900, X 5857. ”

The above excerpts are from RFC -16 ( Request For comments ) which was prepared by the father of RFCs Steve Crocker . An RFC is a memorandum published by IETF ( Internet Engineering Task Force ) which explains the methods , behaviors of internet or computer systems connected to internet . It is almost like a bible for any network engineer.

What fancied me was an Indian’s name. RFC-16 was prepared when Internet was just born. Not just his name, his address or his phone number but it was Steve Crockel recommending his name. The Indian I am referring now is an alumnus of IIT,Kanpur and Massachusetts Institute of Technology who has worked extensively on TCP/IP architecture, has authored FTP protocol and has co authored numerous protocols including early versions of e-mail. He is co-holder of 12 US patents on semiconductor technology. He is none other than Abhay K Bhushan




[ VINOD DHAM ]

And this particular Indian had just $8s when he arrived to US .But he had passion for his work. He completed his masters’ degree at University of Cincinnati in Electrical Engineering who later joined Intel to create history. Pentium was the name of the chip he developed for which entire world went gaga about. Its just “ Vinod Inside ” Pentium chip . Today entire world can’t stand without Pentium chip. His name is Vinod Dham.



[SAMEER MISHRA]
The word was “ guerdon” which means something which is gained or achieved . It was 2008 spell bee competition and the hall was jam packed. 13 year old “kid” Sameer Mishra was facing the judges. Entire US of A was watching him spell the word.!
He did it. Out of 16 rounds , and 288 finalists he did it.! ( his words were : sudation, demitasse, quadrat, diener ,hyssop ,macédoine ,basenji , numnah ,chorion , nacarat sinicize, hyphaeresis, taleggio, esclandre , guerdon ) . He beat even the kids whose mother tongue is English.




Not just them, the fortunate ones who are in limelight and have a cool pic on websites.

An unknown lad near then kemp-fort working as a mechanic, who dismantled entire two wheeler, fixed the engine in no time, assembled everything back and demanded just 15 rupees for the service.
Or the ‘simpletons’ working as waiters in hotels who can recite names of all the items that’s cooked like a powerful processor.

Shathavadahni Ganesh ( a Professor in Cehmical Engg. NIT Karnataka) can deal with so many tasks at a time. You can ask him questions on Mathematical puzzles , Chemical reactions . At the same time ask him to sing any song in certain raga. Then one can ask him to frame sentence with his own words ( even meaningless) . Isn’t that strange ?


Many are enraged watching Slum dog Millionaire . It is true; it has portrayed India in a worst way possible. Movie starts with a slum, a communal riot, then switches to begging racket, prostitution, essays on irresponsible and incompetent BPO workers , followed by goonda-giri , hostile TV “host”, ruthless cops and what not ? .

Still, an illiterate and uneducated boy from slum manages to win the contest by answering every question out of his life’s experience. The message to the world is very much clear. Uncle Sam! We are smarter than you think of us. No matter how we struggle, how we sweat, we have a place.


In India ,

Mothers ask their sons to study nicely , get a job .

In US of A

Mothers ask their sons to study nicely , and not to lose their jobs to Indians..!


Jai Ho..!

12.2.09

Why those 18 days are important in my LIFE….?




Have you ever lead a saint’s life? Have you ever wondered watching this world in a simple way? Have you ever tried being divine?

Well, it was same life for me. Monotonous mechanical life. The life measured in terms of lines of codes, in terms of money, in terms of responsibilities, in terms of time, in terms of ruefulness… What has happened with me? I never planned for such a life but still Life threw things at me…. I was in no terms to accept that, it’s just because I feel I did not deserve …

It was in December, one of the coldest months of Bangalore. I decided to do something for myself. What shall I do ? Holiday break? Change the job? or Cry? I was watching MTV roadies 6.0- being adventurous??

What is being adventurous?
It’s a state of mind where you will do something NEW and DIFFICULT and once you achieve the task your CONFIDENCE gets BOOSTED…!
Hmm, thought to myself, I should do something which boosts my confidence back.

Shabarimala is Lord Ayyappa’s abode. Every year lakhs of pilgrims visit the holy place. Lord Ayyappa, according to mythology, is believed to be born with union of Lord Vishnu and Lord Shiva .Later he went on to kill demon Mahishi thus obliterating unrighteousness. He is a symbol for austerity. Also he is icon for unity, knowledge and discipline.
Visiting Shabarimala is a great adventure I felt. The temple is located on a hill with holy eighteen steps which mark eighteen milestones in a man’s lifeterm to be achieved. Any one who wants to visit the temple and get the “Darshanam” of the lord stepping on these eighteen steps must observe a “Vritham” of self denial of worldly pleasures.

Let me give you brief insight of this Vritham.The Vritham must be observed by getting permission from one’s parents and Guru ( The person who has visited Lord’s abode 18 times observing Vritham) .The day before Vritham the devotee has to shave ,clip his nails , trim his hair , take a bath and must pray his family deity . And on the day of Vritham the holy garland (made of Ocimum sanctum, Tulsi) will be offered to devotee by his Guru. Wearing this mala signifies that the devotee has become Lord Ayyappa and must lead a pious life. The devotee must keep away from all social activities and must keep himself involved in bhajans, visiting temples, cleaning temples, helping the poor and sick and attending religious courses. He must eat only vegetarian and must abstain from meat, physical or verbal violence, alcohol, tobacco and intoxicants in any form. The devotee must sleep on floor and must walk bear feet. The devotee must be humble, respectful, and patient and serve people in every way. The devotee must treat women in a gentle way and strictly follow celibacy. He should keep away from evil thoughts. Everyday he should pray to Lord and beg for pardon for any mistakes he has committed knowingly or unknowingly.

Sounds interesting? Isn’t it…?

For 18 days from Dec 28, I observed Vritham with utmost sincerity. Getting up at dawn, having cold water bath, visiting near by Ayyappa temple, smearing the sandalwood paste, praying. Walking bear feet on Bangalorean street . It was tough to keep myself aloof from non vegetarian food . But I did . Avoided all F, S words. No boyish works anywhere (was tough one indeed). Attended the office, avoided orkut, and avoided all sorts of chatting. You know it was strange experience, in office campus, employees were fully dressed and I was going bear feet. But most of the employees got it . A foreign employee too started noticing and I guess he too was convinced later. Kept my meals and intake of food limited. I used to take cut fruits for breakfast and few chapattis in noon for lunch and would avoid dinner. And back from office, bathed and prayed at home and slept on mat.

Before I went to sleep I would analyze what I did that day, how I used to be before Vritham and how could I be in future. And would pray again for any mistakes and would sleep. Weekends I would spend time reading some technical stuff and sleeping.


The day arrived.The 18th day, Jan 15, we headed towards Shabarimala.The team consisted of 8 people . My guruswamy, his relatives and me. Guruswamy’s uncle aged 79 too was with us . We started off at 11 or something in the noon from Bangalore. We reached Erumalai which is in Kerala , next day morning 1 a.m. via Tamilnadu. Eruamalai is one more hill station where one can see Vavar swamy ‘s mosque. (Vavar Swamy was a Muslim devotee,history says he was defeated by Lord Ayyappa and since then they were friends ) The place is significant for first timers who are called Kanni swamy who are respected by all. I enjoyed getting all attention and other swamies even touched my feet. ( They say Kanni swamy is very much loved by Lord Ayyappa) . In Eruamali, we are supposed to enter Vavar swamy’s mosque , offer our prayers there, followed by one interesting custom. Everyone will color their faces and dance while an artist plays a tom-tom. We took bath in a river near by, smeared sandalwood paste and again started our journey to Shabarimala.

We reached Pampa ( a pious river , at the bottom of Shabarimala ) at morning 3:30 a.m. We took a holy bath then smeared sandalwood paste again followed by a prayer. There were thousands and thousands of people on the bank. So many vehicles and so much of arrangements, ambulance, police, fire workers so many of them. Then we started our journey towards temple on shabarimala by walk covering 5 k.m. The path is too bad. Its steep and one has to be very strong. It is rough , rocky and sloppy. One has to have the holy “Mudi” ( a bag consisting of coconuts, rice and ghee for lord as offerings , should never be let on floor ) on his head , a bag ( containing food , water or any medicines,dress ) hung on shoulder and must walk bear feet . Dhoti too was adding to trouble. But one has to keep moving, whatever be the situation. Rough way, so many things on shoulder-head , bear feet and a long way to go. Isn’t the life similar? We chanted hymns, called out slogans and were moving. There was a huge rush. Lakhs of people . We managed to reach by 10:30 a.m.

The place was all under surveillance, thanks to terrorist threats. Guards with A.K.47s , stun guns seemed completely out of context. I stepped upon each of 18 steps, touching them too . I turned my face back to see so many people in queues , waiting to step on these steps and I felt very much relieved to be able to come so far. Then I had to see the idol of the lord , for which so many people come like crazy doing all these tough rituals.
There were sharp shooters , home guards fully armed .

Shreekanth swamy ( gurus swamy’s brother ) then took me to a queue , where people were less in number (It was some odd queue ) , I was getting closer to sanctum sanctorum (Gharbha griham) . I saw the idol. Oh my god..! It was my best moment. The idol was small and well decorated. The sacred room was beautiful and was lit. Priests were chanting hymns and were pouring ghee on the idol. I forgot to pray. My eyes were wet. ..!

I did not want to move, but home guards pushed me. My time was over. I drooped my shoulders and came out of the queue which directs us out of the place . Shreekanth swamy asked me “ Swamy care to see the idol again ? ” . I was horrified. That question means lot of things. Come out of the present queue; join one more queue bypassing all the sharp shooters, home guards . It was height of insanity. But I did.

Skipped the current queue, in the grand day light, under sharp shooters’ noses ( they had long guns , I tell you its scary ) and joined the same odd queue again. Home guards rushed towards us, but we were gone in the myriads of devotees. I watched the idol. I fell in love with it . The small Golden Ayyappa idol and me .

We were lucky chaps to watch the lord two times. But some times I feel guilty that I shouldn’t have bypassed the queue and hence not following the Vritham in traces.
You know if you follow all the rules, you will miss some fun.


Swamiye sharanam Ayyappa