Monsoon is coming soon!

So far so good.

Temperatures in the city are coming below 40 degrees the countdown for the monsoon clouds has begun. My little companion for weather tells me that it will rain later this week and I totally love it.

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If James Bond joins Twitter

The name is Bond, James Bond.

The marathon of watching James Bond movies goes on and this is certainly taking my imagination for granted.

Till now, I have seen the first 12 and last 6 movies of the 007 and closing in for the entire franchise.

So, while looking at all the not-so-super cool gadgets (ahem… when compared to 21st century), I think what if James used the entire internet thing with his flamboyant attitude?

Picture this:

James Bond joins Twitter as @007. He has following of almost every criminal in the world for his whereabouts.

007 Tweets: M caled, asignd to trk dwn osama, afghanstn cms bond.

Osma Tweets: @007 we’ve been expctng u mr.bond, ur rep prcds u.

Obama Tweets: @osama bewre @007 gonna kick ur a$$

007 Tweets: nu gadgets frm Q are cool. I cn c Osama frm ma drone

Q Tweets: @007 whtevr u do, plz dnt distroy nu car, n dont send drone now, it wil drop in light

007 Tweets: was with @ms_sherawat last night, flight ready

Osma Tweets: @007 oh, ur gting ur car too, btw ur drone is down by searchlight tks @Q

M Tweets: @Q u r fired

Shashi Tharoor Tweets: @M @Q @007 @Obama this is a case of hypocrisy shown by M, Q is innocent

Mallika Sherawat Tweets: @007 u r one naughty spy who shagged me. c ya later.

007 Tweets: oh come on @Q @M

he he he!!!

Most people complain that I always write either about day to day activities or something so strange that one has to think hard to look beneath the layers. I fully agree to their views about the pattern of my blog posts.

Here, when I look back to my older posts, I see them as a creative outlet of the strangest thoughts I have based regular happenings in my life. A story or journal is always incomplete if you cannot connect with the protagonist or the writer. A day-by-day activities are something what actually happened, but a complex piece of text explains how it made one feel.

I treat my blog as a friend. This friend of mine is storing life and times of Dushyant. In stories, events, dreams and thoughts. One day there will be no Dushyant but this information or text will be shared by this friend of mine to the world or with anyone who will care enough to read.

Aw man… you are again moving to your suspenseful side.

No!

Yeah… if so, then please cut the crap and tell us what’s up?

Okay! Office work is just fine. This new facility is serving its purpose. I am not taking some additional responsibilities of a group leader for some activities and enjoying it.

Rest cool.

Dreams and Disasters

As the weeks go by, one can sense that the plans, which were thoroughly chalked and oaths taken to follow them, just pass in plain sight. It is not that the desire to go for them has died down or the intensity is lost, but the very fact and notion of ‘hold-it-for-the-time-being’ creeps in and does not allows you to move in the direction of the dreams.

Sometime back I heard a quote from Albert Einstein, “There is a great value in disaster, it gives us the opportunity to start all over again.” in a stage play from IIT, Love in December.

While mulling over the thought of a disaster, and imagining the scenario ‘starting all over again’, I realized that if ever I got a chance to start my life all over again, I’d like to keep it almost the same except a better physic and some more time spent in classrooms.

I think it is odd, even by my standards. 😉

Yes, I am happy in my little world. BUT be cautioned, there is still a lot of scope for improvement.

There lies the struggle and chase of dreams.

007 Marathon and a trip to Barwani

In the days when the mercury is soaring at 45 degree centigrade, it is hard to talk about any other thing.

Last Friday following an impulsive call, I went to Barwani with Priyanka. I just wanted to get out of Vadodara and this was the best I could do. Fairly enough, it was a good decision and in the end, and we returned rejuvenated and refreshed to the harsh weather of Vadodara.

It is not that if Indore or Barwani are lesser hot places these days, but the fact that, Barwani and Indore are always remains dry whenever mercury rises. In case of Vadodara, the humidity level peaks and makes us suffer until late nights.

Back to topic, the trip to Barwani was a fantastic move. Some rounds of Budweiser, lazy noon and family faces made all the travel worth.

For the next trip, the date of inauguration of Abhishek Bhai’s place is shifted to 14th June. I am rescheduling the plans accordingly.

Hey! I got tickets of ‘Kites’, releasing tomorrow.

AND NOW, I am watching the James Bond Movies every evening. I always wanted to see them all in a marathon. Tuesday was Dr. No, Wednesday was From Russia with Love. Tonight, 007 will be back.

PS: We shifted to Gajanan at office. It’s peaceful, calm and good! 🙂

Moving Office Space

On a very special request from a client, one of my project team is shifting to another building with the marketing and HR department from Monday onwards.

This is good news since moving to a new location is certainly going to revitalize the energy and we can carry the tasks afresh in the new environment.

I am getting envious glances from fellow designers here because they feel that I’ll be in a more comfortable position than them.  🙂 I won’t deny their point but just wish to tell them that it is all about willingness to push the envelope. If one can stand for self and prove to be an asset for the working team and can consolidate the position, happiness come following.

Though, as promised by the management, this move is only for the 3 months till they get another office ready in the building where the current development team stays, I feel that this is not that easy and may take longer than that.

I just went through various teams and bid people farewell till the next meeting. I can say that most of the guys around here are pretty nice and good to work with.

The hollow soul

Though not every day, but sometimes the feeling of being lost somewhere when you do not belong crops up and gives an Ariel view of your own life. Recognizing oneself as distant cry from everyone as a stranger seems very natural.

Sitting on office or home computer is the only solution one can think of and this loneliness creeps in your dreams and echoes from the empty soul. What on earth are you doing Dushyant?

I don’t know.

You dream, prey and look for a way out. You remember all those friends of past and promise to meet them again and have the blast of your life. You dream about those golden memories and wish them to come back, knowing the life keeps speeding on and never stops or returns to the point is has crossed.

Everyone says live in today, live the moment, make new memories so that one day, you wish to return here. I cannot promise that. It is so hollow, so empty, so strange. No matter what I do or say, it all bounces back to me. It never lets me in. It’s just the surface which I can feel or see. How one can make memories of shadows or walls.

There are no real people in this world. They are email IDs or cell phone numbers. There is no one in this world which whom you can share a dream. It always stays with you.

Sometimes broken, sometimes burnt or sometime with a hope that it all will change.

Patience, they say, is a virtue. I think there must be a limit to it.

Sometimes, I wish to delete all my social networking accounts and profiles, just wish to throw away my cell phone. If being anonymous is the destiny, so be it.

Just life

Blog things with Himanshu aside, here is an update. I got the increment mentioned earlier on last Monday but not the promotion and increment is just the average and something extraordinary as I was expecting. Nevertheless, it was a good dreaming period about the new designation and more money.

I feel it has been quite a while since I have treated myself well. So, as a token of appreciation to yours truly, a car audio system from Sony was purchased this weekend. YeY!!!

‘You cannot believe your eyes, when 10 million fireflies…’ nice song which I am humming since last 2-3 days.

Abhishek bhai came till Pavagadh and returned Barwani without visiting Vadodara last week. I cannot blame him, though am disappointed, as the heat is really playing spoilsport these days. The temperature in the city and around is almost 42 degree centigrade on an average. Yesterday it was 43 and all the forecasting tools online claiming 42 for rest of this week.

It was HImanshu’s birthday on last Tuesday and at the very hour he turned 23, he came to Vadodara, with a big cake and huge smile. It was a fun little party we had here.

Apart from these things, I watched many notable movies, some for the second time. The Pursuit of Happyness, Million Dollar Baby, A.I., City of God, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and others. Agree that most of the names I took here belong to tear jerker genre but are sure shot one of the better movies made over the decade.

Rest later!

India – A Nation Without People

I never met a person in India who rides a bike or a car and never bribed a traffic policeman. I Never met a student who did not look for leaked papers for 10th, 12th or university exams. Never saw any Revenue Inspector or Patwari who never asked for money. Never in the educational department found any retired person who did not bribe for his hard earned pension and provident fund withdrawal.

Every ‘Shiksha Karmi’ or ‘Samwida Shikshak’ or primary temp teacher in village primary schools in India is there not by his merits but the very fact that either he is from a reservation quota or knew someone or paid something.

Public property and infrastructure, which includes state and city transport buses, roads, bridges, railway networks and other installations, always get burned, vandalized or dismantled everyday by one bunch of hooligans or the other. If by mistake the city bus driver, who is eventually getting only INR 2500/- (App. USD 50) a month, scratches other vehicle on the much crowded streets on the overloaded cities in India, rather than take the driver to the police station and ending the matter, the crowd takes the responsibility to beat the poor fellow up and then burn/vandalize or damage the bus, jamming traffic, damaging public property.

Who will pay for that broken glass my dear?

Does your father know the cost of that glass?

The stone you just hurled at the bus caused damage more than triple of that salary the poor driver was earning for a month.

The buses keep running in same conditions.

And a fellow like you or me says, ‘what to do man, this is India, the government cannot run a decent bus service. Everything is broken here.’

You burn down the entire coach of a train (It always comes in a set of 2 or 3 not one). A single of those costs approx INR 3,50,00,000/-, and complain about the losses and service of the railways.

Kids are dying of hunger. Child labor is present in your own house. You know at least 4 kids who do not go to school and even work at your office/school/college and do nothing to either stop or teach them.

You know where the next generation of India, which started off as farm working kids to urban slaves, is going.

You know how hard every Indian works to pay all those taxes to the government and they spend on public property.

This is the insult to India.

This is the insult to the nation.

I constantly blog about these issues on my social blog at http://nationwithoutpeople.blogspot.com.

This is what you must be mailing across than just creating a hullabaloo on the mail, which was created some 5-6 years ago and comes into rotation whenever a new batch of useless BE kids, who know nothing about programming but somehow hold a degree, got nothing to do and learn for the national growth, join software companies, where they get paid obscenely to sit in AC cubicles and daydream about going onsite someday.

On the above pictures, do you have floated such emails if the flag was there in the feet of Sai Baba?

No?

Why?

Just because, he is pseudo-god for 98 percent of India public?

Human worship, not the respect of the greater thoughts is the norm in India. First kill the evils inside you and your homes.

I was forced to express my views about the content of this mail as this year I got it for the 16th time.

First take action and then forward any such idiotic emails.

And as for the second picture, can you here the national anthem from this pic?

It’s a farce!