Archive for November, 2006

A pic that can never be posted!

“Hello? How far is Mall from here?”,me stopped my bike and asked these people on a national highway during my road journey to a remote town called Mall(nearly 80km from Hyderabad).The man in the pic said,”20miles…“,and they started to go away from me.And i don’t know why the idea of taking this pic happened..but me interrupted them and requested them to give me a pose for this pic.They obliged and so happened this pic!!

And then I asked them to give their postal address so that i could post the pic.(Mere innocence?)

Errr..we’re moving out of this place tonight..probably to Nellore..And you know, we don’t have any permanent address..Where there’s a work,there’re we.. If you see us anywhere in the future, you can give the photo…no problem..“,he said with a thankful tone and moved away…

These people, for better or for worse, are making their livelihood with an incessant journey from the North to the South of the country?

Ms.Communication

Two people I know just made friends after almost two years of not speaking to each other. And now you can hardly keep these two apart.They are enjoying the most fulfilling and incredible friendship. They stopped speaking over the silliest miscommunication. An incident that was quite easily resolved when they bumped into each other after two years and both apologized for being wrong. What a waste of two years of good friendship.

Well,communication is one of the most powerful devices known to man, yet most of us don’t know how to make use of this incredible tool. Sometimes a few words is all it takes to fix a tough situation.

A great example of communications breakdown is the story of the man who was walking down the road when he noticed his neighbor struggling with a refrigerator in the doorway to his house.

The man rushed over and began helping his neighbor. They both shunted and grunted for a while and stopped without being able to budge the refrigerator.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to get a bunch of people to help us move this darn thing in,” said the man.

“In?” replied his neighbor. “I’m trying to move it out.”

A few words is all it would have taken to correct the breakdown in communication.If there are people I have not spoken to in quite a loong time because of petty unresolved arguments and if you by chance stumble across this blog entry, please accept my apology. Not for what I might have said or done, but for not valuing our relationship enough to make things right.

Cultural Amplifiers

yeah..okk..i’ll see..yup..fine..I see..nah,nah..“,continues the talking man(TM).
The other man(OM),who stands beside the TM,listens blankly and waiting for the TM’s convo on mobile phone to end.
That’s fine..sure,we can..what else?..yeah yeah..what’s he doing now?..
OM leans against a pillar with arms folded high across the chest.

I dont’think it’ll be possible..and hey..you’re right..aha…tell me..okie..fine then…

OM crosses legs lightly at the ankles,tilts his head slightly downwards and occasionally shuffles his shoes,checks over his clothes…….At this juncture,TM sees towards OM and shows his right hand thumb and ring finger joined..like a request for a minute..

OM smiles artificially and turns to look at people nearby and tries to read film posters on the road side hoardings…

Oh..right..yeah..i forgot you’re working..Can’t you just,like,blow it off?…..

OM looks tired,exhausted..shifts his standing position..

yeah..okay..like,totally..ciao..bubye“.TM finishes the call and stretches his hands towards OM and says,”Well,buddy!It’s so long since we last met.Isn’t it?

OM says with a bright face,”Ah..yea..” And during their hugging process,OM’s mobile rings.Then OM becomes TM and TM,the OM,now…

yeah…okie…..it’s true..how’s she now?…..

Well,in this course of talking journey OM can receive any call at any moment so that they both become TMs.Or there exists a TM and a OM scenario.Fine? Ultimately they both can say good bye to each other having felt like “wow..nice meet!”

Umm..friends!I suppose,you people have witnessed these kind of convos or may have indulged in..And I’m not one to defend the intrusion of cellphone use into daily life,nor am i inclined to criticise casual research because me using it too.I do want to point something out which may be helpful in providing a perspective on the annoying nature of cellphone use in public. And i wanna propose for people who tend to express their emotions while talking on their cellphone and also have a bluetooth set to wear a “i am not crazy” sign when they’re out in public sothat others will not think that they must not be crazy since they’re not talking to themselves-that drama is a response to the person they’re talking to on their cellphone.

Don’t think that i’m against these great technologies.Who am i to oppose? After all,they’re cultural amplifiers!

Times have changed?

A barber is the only person whose conversation you can follow, even though he talks over your head.(Author unknown)

Yesterday I was on the way to get a hair cut.I don’t know why I hate going to the barber.Maybe I hate their gossip and the idea of having to listen to them talk as long as I’m sitting without having the least chance to respond.

Me entered the shop trying to find other reasons for why I hate this inevitable more or less monthly visit, and I found that 5 other guys were in row waiting ahead of me “this is another reason” I thought, now I will have to watch the barber cut the hair of 5 other guys before it’s my turn. But the barber surprised me and invited me to sit at the ‘operation chair’ bypassing all the others. I looked with visible confusion on my face which the barber noticed immediately and he explained “the brothers here are not for a hair cut, these are owners of neighbor shops and they’re here just to chat”.
Oh great! Now I had to listen to the six of them chatting instead of the barber alone but then I thought it was ok since I’ll be the first to get my hair cut.
And as the barber started his work,one of the five men asked,”what happened next?”
Barber flushed water on my hair and said,”Ah.What else happened? Goddess Kanakaduraga watched Rojulu Marayi(Times have changed) in a theatre at last and got down from rickshaw at the kamaan(entrance) of the temple..and She said to rickshawallah hey..it’s not that times have changed..it’s actually people have changed.. and disappeared..
Another friend asked,”You believe it’s right?”
With scissors running on my head,barber said “Why not? it’s so true..Why times change? See..it’s morning now..night comes..and another morning comes.What’s day today? Thursday..Friday tomorrow..and so on..They never change..It’s only people change.Kanakadurga said it right..”

Me tight lipped and seeing at my lap with my head bent down.

Burglary at home

Sadly that is true. And I lost my prized possession, a Mexican guitar.

There was burglary at home on thursday. It happened when I was at the office. It happened in strange circumstances and peculiar way. The investigation is going on. Some money and my mexican guitar have been stolen. It seems to be an inside job from one of the servants we employed to clean the place.

Casino Royale

Casino Royale err in Telugu the local language of Hyderabad and the state of Andhra Pradesh!

Now that is funny :). Of course this is not new in India. The big ticket hollywood films have been dubbed into the 4-5 indian languages. But Casino Royale seems to be the biggest release as far as the # of prints and it is being released simultaneously in multiple languages coinciding with the world release.

I am not a fan of dubbed movies. But if you watch the original version in English you can be driven to insanity if you watch the dubbed version of the movie. Especially they way the translate swear words and double entendres. But you should never watch it before watching the original version.

I plan to watch the English version this week and then the telugu version in a local theater very near where I live in the coming weekend.

Hyderabad Weather update

It is getting colder gradually. The days are getting shorter.

Learning from a beggar!

I was on my way to office and I pedaled the vehicle to a screeching halt, the cross road without any surprises was adorned by strange looking creatures, men, women, kids and eunuchs – the kind whom you would encounter only in sci-fi special effect movies, that too not without a made up visage. There I was witnessing a quadriplegic today, slowly cringing from under the tyres and spreading his face thin demanding something that was rightfully his. I pitied him in my minds of minds and played myself to got determined and help him out before the signal turns green and pounds me back into the inching vehicle chain. I grabbed a five rupee coin from a corner in my pocket and dropped it in his tin, the unexpected happened thereafter.
I noticed a smirk of joy that beamed across his face in the inimitable moment of silence that existed between me and him, I didn’t know how to react and face him eye to eye. The Auto-rickshaw besides was playing Himesh Reshmiyya on full volume and I saw Abdullah breaking into a quick staccato with fine movements, jigging his shoulders left to right and nibbling his lips enthusiastically, the moment was priceless and just left me wondering, on the glory of god and the beauty of human life, if these people have their moments of glory and accomplishments and if they can find a reason to be happy in the situation that they are in, maybe I should grow over my boundaries and find reasons to be happy in small little things that exists around me.
Think about it!

its Cold in Hyderabad

Yes it is. Winter seems to have finally arrived here. The past week or so has been cold and chilly with a lot of light rain sprinkling intermittently.
Cloudy, as it has been over the same period of time, it gets dark by 530pm. Which is kind of early. But it is fun weather to play Football or cricket. Not much perspiration as there is not much heat or humidity. Let the chilly and cold days continue :).

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