Palindrome day :)

Today’s Date :


01|02|2010



Now read in reverse!!!

People I admire - Bryan Adams

A post for him has been long due and i am into the groove to dedicate one for him today.This guy is awesome with his music and the lyrics that are very appealing to me.He got a song for every occasion when it comes to love.Whether its a break up,whether its a celebration,whether its a betrayal,you say what and you get a song for anything when it comes to love.He got a deep voice that is so unique that you tend to think that he is destined to sing all his life.One of my all time favorite musician and more than that a wonderful human being for all his charity work he does non nonchalantly.There are few songs of Bryan that you will never get tired of no matter how many times you listen to them back to back."Everything i do, i do it for you" and "Please forgive me,I cant stop loving you" are my all time favorite songs."
I consider this guy to be the most romantic amongst the men i have seen for his songs are so revealing and amative.He is one guy who can turn his emotions to words and words into good music which i guess fetched him all the accolades he has been bestowed upon.
I would like to share one of his songs here which is topping my chart currently.Its "When you are gone"

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I've been wandering around the house all night
wondering what the hell to do
I'm trying to concentrate but all I can think of is you
well the phone don't ring cuz my friends ain't home
I'm tired of being all alone
got the tv on cuz the radio's playing songs that remind me
of you

baby when you're gone I realize I'm in love
the days go on and on and the nights just seem so long
even food don't taste that good - drink ain't doing what it
should
things just feel so wrong - baby when you're gone

I've been driving up and down these streets
trying to find somewhere to go
ya i'm lookin' for a familiar face but there's no one I know

this is torture - this is pain - it feels like I'm gonna go
insane
I hope you're coming back real soon -coz I don't know what
to do
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I can go on and on and on with lot of his songs to talk about non stop but then his songs speak for themselves.Listen to his songs and get addicted the way i am.Never have any performer cast a spell on me like him.To write a song is hard,to compose music is harder and to make it phenomenal is the hardest and this guy pulls off all at the same time that too hands down.

Take my bow Mr.Romantic.Long live you,long live your music.

The stale state of our nation

This is an article i received as a mail.I thought of sharing it in my blog.God knows when we stop killing each other and the blame game.Guess we are the biggest of all racists and murderers in this entire world.An Australian's take on the Indian media and i get no points to go against his verdict.Do see if you got any.This is the serious stale state of our nation.

In 2007, according to India's National Crime Records Bureau, 32,318 people were murdered in India. Another 3644 were victims of ''culpable homicide'', roughly equating to manslaughter. In a category of its own, 8093 brides or their relatives were killed in ''dowry deaths'' - murdered by greedy grooms and in-laws angry over the amount of dowry paid by the bride's family. And there were a further 27,401 attempted murders.

By contrast, in 2007, the Australian Bureau of Statistics reports, 255 people were murdered in Australia. Another 28 were victims of manslaughter, and 246 survived attempted murders. No dowry deaths were recorded.

India, of course, is a very big country. But the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime estimates that relative to population, its homicide rate is more than twice that of Australia. It is a country in which violent crime is commonplace - so commonplace that every day more than 100 Indians are murdered by other Indians, yet their TV news channels treat this as humdrum unless it involves some celebrity or unusual features.
Indian student murder furore. Photo: Spooner

Yet when an Indian is murdered overseas, these news channels whip themselves and their viewers into a froth of indignation at the country concerned. How can this happen?, they thunder. How can any civilized nation fail to protect its residents? What kind of racist country is this?

How does this happen? Well, it happens because human beings are imperfect creatures. They can be selfish, they can be hateful, they can enjoy hurting, even killing, other humans. It happens here, it happens in India, it happens everywhere.

Governments can't stop it because they can't control what their citizens do 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Governments can't monitor every suburban park in Melbourne at night to ensure that no teenagers with knives have gathered for an illegal drinking binge. They can't monitor every dark street in India's cities, or every home in its villages, to stop people killing each other.

Australians instinctively know that their parks are not safe places at night, and avoid using them as short cuts. Tragically, Nitin Garg did not know that. And so he has become another victim of our epidemic of alcohol abuse, our tolerance of extreme violence in films and screen games - and yes, of Romper Stomper racism that seems to live on among teenagers in the western suburbs, now directed against Indians instead of Vietnamese.

Does that mean Australia is unsafe? No. Relative to most countries, it is very safe. But you can be unlucky. Like Nitin Garg, you can be in the wrong place at the wrong time - and come up against the worst characteristics of a society.

This was highlighted in the calm, sensible advisory notice on Tuesday by India's Ministry of External Affairs. It warns intending students of the rise in violent attacks on the streets of Melbourne. But it notes that these are occurring all over Melbourne ''without any discernible pattern or rationale behind them . . . often accompanied by verbal abuse, fuelled by alcohol or drugs''. The offenders are ''mainly young people in their teens or early 20s''.

Importantly, the ministry points out that most Indian students ''have a positive experience of living and studying in Australia''. So rather than urging Indians not to come here, it urges them to take ''certain basic precautions'': don't travel alone late at night, and try to stick to ''well-lit, populated areas'', conceal expensive items and tell others where you're going.

It is street-smart survival-kit stuff, as relevant in Delhi or Mumbai as Melbourne. And thank God for some common sense after all the hyperventilating by the humbugs on India's news channels or by the Minister of External Affairs, S.M. Krishna, who called the murder a ''heinous crime against humanity''.

Well, yes. But what of the 32,318 murders, 3644 culpable homicides and 8093 dowry deaths committed in his own country in 2007? Are they not equally ''heinous crimes against humanity''? What is Mr Krishna doing about them? What are the Indian TV networks doing about the huge death toll of Indians killed in India itself (where the annual road toll is now tipped to reach 150,000)?

The networks don't have to make a direct comparison. Urban Delhi spills into the state of Haryana, which is relatively well-off and with a population slightly larger than Australia's. In 2007, Haryana had 1252 homicides/manslaughters/dowry deaths, compared with 283 in Australia. More people were murdered in Haryana over dowries than in Australia for all causes.

Why aren't India's TV networks campaigning against the epidemic of death all around them? Why does it take a murder of an Indian overseas to stir their moral outrage?

Were they equally outraged 10 years ago when Australian missionary Graham Staines and his two sons were burnt alive in their car by Hindu extremists in Orissa? Or in 2004 when Australian tourist Dawn Griggs was robbed, raped and murdered by two taxi drivers after arriving late at night at Delhi airport?

Those murders don't mean India is unsafe for Australians. Rather, we all need to be wary, wherever we are. This time last year, I was in India with the family on holiday, and the worst danger we faced was trying to cross the road. I hope Indians thinking of studying in Australia listen to their diplomats, not to their TV humbugs.

Tim Colebatch is Age economics editor.

Source: The Age

http://www.smh.com.au/opinion/society-and-culture/indian-tvs-unsound-fury-20100106-lu8y.html

Distance

Distance, it is defined as the property created by the space between two objects or points. The distance I have been thinking about lately is the property created by the space between two individuals those who are into a relationship. Yes distance plays a very important role in relationships today and my claim largely encapsulates only my generation as I don’t know how it was in the past and I am no Nostradamus to predict how it will be in the future. This post is largely influenced by a break up of one of my friends. The relationship is eight years old and it was considered to go to the nuptials during the college days but it happened that it had to fall apart just before the finish line and no marks to guess the reason behind it, the distance of course.

It’s not that they are separated by seven seas that all hell broke lose between them. They were very much in the same city. But the distance was in their minds. They didn’t realize that a void was building up between them. When the lips stop uttering the heart stops listening, isn’t it? Communication has such a pivot role in relationships I assume. The girl chose a guy who works with her. That should explain it all. Relativity, I would say. Einstein would have reinstated his relativity theorem with this analogy if he were to be my contemporary ;)

Fragile hearts debile bonding and people with faltering minds that can not see through a blue day are the secret ingredients of the so called “perfect” relationships. For them responsibilities are compromises, commitment is too much to be expected. I am no relationship guru but then this is my space and I can write what I feel like. I might sound too ridiculous for my fast track generation whose mantra is ‘move on (cos it sounds really cool, doesn’t it??)’. I don’t insist to stop and rue the worthwhile life but be sincere. When I sound ‘sincere’ it adds on “serious” in many people’s mind but it’s only a phantasm. Sincere is devoid of seriousness and it can be played cool. That’s what real cool people do. Chetan bhagath’s 2 states is a book that emphasises my claim and its worth reading for people in relationship where there is a quiet a distance, literally.

NOTE TO CHETAN: You owe me a portion on the sales of the book “2 states” for I am providing you free marketing in my space. Hope you are listening ;)
I am the fourth idiot you are going to have a tough time with :)

Freak Accident

It was 08th December of the year 2009 [just wanted to sound as if I am writing a great write up ;)] nothing great happened. I woke up late just like any other weekdays. I don’t like treating weekends any special than the weekdays and to keep it even I treat the weekdays like the weekends waking up when I feel like 

I had to visit the bank this day and I had to sign few documents for a process that will make me appear richer and in fact turn me indebted to the bank a little longer. I planned initially to reach office in time (which is actually 9 am) and then go to the bank from there borrowing my colleague’s bike as I had the appointment with the banker only at 10 am.

But then plans are only supposed to be in the paper and never to be executed. I had to accompany my buddy who is my room mate too that morning to the old house to detach the ceiling fans and to carry it to the new place as we recently shifted base. I can’t be at two places at the same time and so I had to change my plan to fit in. I planned to go to the bank directly from my place and this time I would borrow the vehicle from my buddy who shares everything at the moment except my innerwear and me likewise. This time I stuck to the plan and reached the bank in time, though it was 10 minutes late to the banks clock. (Why don’t all the clocks show the same time?) I waited for one Mr.Srikanth for near 15 minutes before I was directed to a table inside a big hall. After the initial pleasantries we got down to business which had much to do with the banker filling in few details like my name and details in lot of documents and me signing those like a superstar crowded by his fans for his/her autograph. Honestly these are the moments when we realize our signature worth. It gives an airy feeling when you finish the signature with a dot or a line under it making you feel jubilant giving you a taste of what it feels like to be bestowed with super stardom.

Once all the documents were signed I was given the cheque for which I was signing all that time and shook hands with the banker and left the building to start off from there to my bank where I can encash it. It wasn’t 10 minutes since I left the bank and started moving in the bike when I received a call. This was the first hurdle in the sequence of happening which otherwise was going pretty smoothly. It was the banker asking me to come back to the bank as he wanted one more of my autograph. I was wondering on my way back where I missed to sign as I double checked and made sure I signed everywhere the banker marked the document with an x. Later when I got back to the bank I realized that the sign was to acknowledge the correction the banker did when writing my name.

I had to thank him for the mistake he did and to bring me all over to the bank taking a long way back, wearing a straight face to hide my annoyance. The madras traffic aggravated my frustration further more before I reached my bank (bank 2) to deposit the cheque. To my dismay my bank was too busy with the customers thronging like the flies which mean my wait is going to be longer that left me even more deprived. I intended to check into the office before lunch so that I will not be accounted for half days leave 

Once the work was done I rushed to the bike not to waste any more time to reach the office at the earliest. I kick started the vehicle changed from neutral to first and then first to second and then to the top in no matter of time. There was a public transport bus ahead of me trying to slow down at the bus stop at an intersection. Why is that the bust stop is always right before an intersection? I tried to overtake it when I found two strangers in a bike trying to come from my left heading in my direction (rather I was heading in their direction) from one of the perpendicular lanes. The site of me rushing in left the rider perplexed and his expression was like that of the heroines of the Indian horror movies before they leave out a shriek. I spotted him well in time and my attempt to bring the gear down and to decelerate was in vain as I found it to my surprise the bike speeding up. I tried to avoid the clash but ended up breaking his headlight to pieces. At the end of the scene my bike was resting safely with a broken indicator and a clutch and a bent gear stand right at the middle of the road at the inter junction. I didn’t panic and for the same reason I guess I safely got out of the bike before its fall with a slight bruise on my left leg. After a semi argument I agreed to take on the expenses to repair his bike and we parted ways with smiling faces. Hugging would have overdone the scene I guess ;)

Why did I bring this story here after all this time of not writing a post? What made me write this one? During my post accident analysis I was trying to zero in on the reason that caused the accident and also the factors that would have avoided it.

As I scanned it backwards, I found the following reasons for my rash driving which I hardly indulged in.

4) I was frustrated waiting for a long time in my bank which I felt like the longest wait of my life.

3) I was in restless riding in the traffic of madras on the way from the first bank to the other.

2) The banker, who called me back for no fault of mine to fix a mistake he did, left me red faced. I was contemplating that I wouldn’t be at the scene of the accident at that time if he never called me. But then something worse could have happened. We never know until it is happened, right.

1) I started late and didn’t stick to the initial plan of going to the office and then starting from there to the bank which urged me to reach office at the earliest.

You can choose any of the above options other than the last to conclude if you find any reason to sympathize with me ;) but I chose to blame it on myself. My tick is right against the last reason #1. I have a theory to support my reasoning too. It’s the butterfly effect 

“The butterfly effect is a phrase that encapsulates the more technical notion of sensitive dependence on initial conditions in chaos theory. Small variations of the initial condition of a dynamical system may produce large variations in the long term behavior of the system.”

So now you know where it all began and the inspiration behind this post 
Does it not feel nice to see a theory unwind in your life right before your eyes and you have the realization that it’s really happening? And is it not all the more reason to rejoice when it happens to be the first freak accident of the world’s safest rider ;)? Yes it feels good and that’s what made me write this post.

Moral of the story: Start early if you don’t want to pay to fix somebody’s bike ;)