Nobel Prize Winner Muhammad Yunus

On social entrepreneurship!

A New Year Inspiration

While my writer friend, Goli and I were discussing on possible stories on NGO's I stumbled upon this video at this website called ngopost.org, needless to say, it rang a bell somewhere.
I especially like the conclusion at the end where he talks about social entrepreneurship, and how business which is run only for profit motive, address only one aspect of mankind, he says there is another aspect of human being that is the need to care and the the need to touch people's life.

And no economic theory and business model addresses this. In charity, the life of the money ends with the donation, but in a social business, a dollar has endless life. He also talks about a separate social stock market and gives example of such more such ventures.
Truly Inspiring and a brilliant way to start the New Year -To make a difference, not to one or two lives, but a whole generation of frontiers who will lead the future.

Take you time out (its an hour long) and watch it....it's worth every minute, and certainly something you'd like to start you New Year with.

And happy New Year all of you, i apologise for the depressing earlier post of mine, ignore it by all means, was in a weird mood when i wrote that. Love you all, and hope our connection gets stronger than ever this year!

Hollow and empty

Its a new year, so thought it was about time I blogged. But lately, words seem to elude me. Its like i have all these beautiful words and sentences framed in my head, but the moment i get down to print it, they refuse to show up! just disappear, leaving me to stare stupidly at a blank page.

All that exquisite poetry, that had come rushing, lines and lines of prose, that promised to express an art...... all poof! vanished, leaving me with a dull ache inside of what would've been.

Writers always write with a purpose in mind, and use words to achieve their goal, and then one day they wake up to the reality that its not the words that vanish, but the intensity of the expression that leave words empty.....hollow and empty, as if they were a cheap lip service to the true nature of events.

Right now, i have no clue what i am writing, and worse, what purpose these words are going to fulfill, but really, does every damn thing we do are say have to mean something thing.
cant we write for no reason
sing for no reason
and more than that....exist for no reason.

Life screams for a reason to exist, and it shatters you to know that there really ain't no reason
and that i am but a dot in the history of existence.
Hah! another oxymoron! as if existence has a history. All this media, these books that we read, music, technology, is all a feeble attempt to make some sense out of this insanely complex world.

And amazingly we succeed in deluding ourselves to believe that we can actually make sense out of this world, and that there is a reason for existence.

Shopping, movies...and lessons learnt

Shopping alone is quiet an unnerving experience. With a two months of untouched salary sitting in my bank account, i decided it was finally time to let myself loose in a land of uninterrupted indulgence....

its like being a kid and let loose in a candy or a toy store.
anyway, the phase one of my shopping spree began yesterday, i decided to go buy some nice Indian wear, especially after a week at ashram where i somewhat ashamedly realised that i woefully fell short of Indian wear.

here's what my shopping list looked like
two sets of salwar Kurta
A formal Handbag ( sick of carrying my signature journalist's jhola)
A well cut jacket.
shoes (yet to figure out what kind)
and yeah a haircut (that reminds me, i have ta fix up an appointment now!)

there's Dandiaya at Secunderabad club today, so finally i'll be able to party which is not work related, though i don't fancy seeing the same page 3 crowd who owe their whole existence to the pubs and nightclubs in town.

So i went to 'W', which stacked a lot of ridiculously expensive kurtis, as a matter of habit, i ended up checking out the western line, and guess what!
no prizes for guessing that i came back home with two fusion wear outfits (OK western)!

went to Odyssey, the bookstore, got this book called 'food revolution' (a must read for all disgusting dead carcases chomping 'in'humans)

and headed home
on the way picked up a DVD (bad idea, watches 3 movies which really sucked back to back and woke up at 10 am today morning, reached late to work)

picked up grocery (no use, ended up having instant noodles for dinner)

Lessons learnt

never go shopping alone or without a budget .

nor do i recommend renting those 3 in 1 movie DVD.
coz the combined effect next day is equivalent to a bad hangover and brains that feel like they desperately need to thaw after centuries in deep freezer.

For Indian wear, as boring as it sounds: Stick to Fabindia.

Eat meals on time, else you end up eating any junk that comes your way!

okay i'm done... hope this blog leaves you more enlightened on how not to DIY

Made just for me...

okay, lately, every post i've tried to write is turning out to be horribly sadistic!
been under a lot of stress, and have just not been myself at all. The situations i am in are really not pretty and am sick of being so negative, so i decided to write a blog about all the people i love and am grateful to have in my life (in random order excluding the first)

Here goes

Master....
Its not been easy, you know it better than me. But i have accepted it, coz i know the pain is never going to go away. But the only thing that matters is that you are there, come what may. And this pain is just to make me stronger and deeper than ever.

Mom....
I know i have been the biggest pain in the butt, and i probably wont get my room cleared till the end of this century. Thanks to you i know miracles like unconditional love exist.

Dad....
I am the same little girl who would run into your arms as soon as you came back home in your army combats.

Krish.....
You've grown so much, but you're still ma baby bro and i have every right to torture you.

Dinesh Bhaiya.....
I am totally confused, and you're probably the only other person who knows that. The compassion and warmth in your voice are like a balm to my aching heart

Bau....
apart form him, its you i totally aspire to be like. you're a phenomenon, that no one can explain
if only i could be half as vibrant as you.

Tapan Bhaiya....
I know you care, but i need time, god knows its taking me ages. This process is taking a lot outta me.

Rags and ami
you people are family and you don't thank family, only torture them.....so beware

Harini...
Trust me, i learn a lot from from you, being with you i know i just have to be myself.

Ree..
we talk a lot, but what we don't talk means much more. I'll never forget the day we pierced our nose, the day we took PTC, the day we travelled in Mumbai local trains eating Mc aloo tikki....

Pavs...
I was always a bit intimidated by you, coz i was so messed up back then. Now wish i had more time with you.

Manisha...
just the fact that you exist...

at this point am really emotional, so before i start bawling let me just leave after saying that there are many such who make life worth living, and just thinking about them, makes my day.

I feel so cherished and taken care of- no wonder am sucha spoilt brat, so next time i make one of my typical unresonable demands, just remember who's responsible for spoiling me.

once upon a writer

See this is what happens when you start writing for a living

there was a time when i'd crave for opportunities to write

a time when stories would be treated sacrosanct

a time when i'd feel proud and cherish every published work

a time when i knew it, like i knew it, like i knew it

that i was born to write.

Its funny how similar it is to marriage, coz in a way, yeah, i am married
to my work.

But writing aint the same anymore, its like i am this human story churning machine.

writing stories that get murdered in the hands of editors anyway,

stories that probably have little consequence to the lives that we live

and stories, that in no way even comes close to changing the world.

But I continue to write......

Because that's the only thing i know i can do, and can do well

coz one step at a time, i probably can change the world

and no matter what, if i am true to myself, whatever i write, that
truth will reflect in my story.

and the judge of that my dear reader is you.

Reasons for not blogging in the past month (in random order)

1. Felt homicidal for not getting my stories published.
2. Application of Alt+Ctrl+Del way too often.
3. Ate too much chocolate.
4. Ate too much chocolate cak.e
5. Ate too much cheese.
6. Ate too much.
7. Designing strategies to get over my perpetual financial crisis, to get over being on the brink of bankruptcy.
8. Average time spent contemplating to exercise per day 44 Mins.
9. Amount of time spent contemplating per day 02:00 hours.
10. Torturing people in my life (goes without saying, the very purpose of my life).
11. Enduring 85 bad hair days in 3 months.
12. Agony of transforming from messy maddy to not-so-messy-maddy (ask Ree).
13. Singing the most out of tune Hotel California at a public place (thanx 2 Goli and Alice).
14. Adjusting to ghar ke expectation of being a 'nalla tamil ponnu (long sad story).
15. Having pointless arguments, all eventually ending with whatever !
16. Accepting a hygiene queen and miss-know-it all as one of my best friends.
17. Coming in terms with myself, identity crises- phase II.
18. Trying to figure out ways to gate crash iron maiden concert.
19. Travelling in a train for 40 hours, with full throttle PDA (public display of affection).
20. Travelling in train full of mullahs and quazis (with skull caps, and awakening the whole compartment for namaz at 12 am.
21. Living in the national capital where the concept of meters is unheard of to dilli autowallahs.
22. Waking up at 3:00 am in the capital, with the baffling thought of not spotting even a single departmental store, or even a kirana dukan.....how weird is that?
23. Rejoicing coming back home aka hostel with a huge sigh ghar aa gaye!

Baby eaglet

Black eyes with grey pupils, occasional blinking would reveal silvery eyelids.... it lay there, crouched, helpless, and frightened to death. After all the initial commotion and hushed oohs and aahs, it lay forgotten, battered and unattended.

I wondered what all the noise was about as I climbed up the stairs of hostel, and i saw instantly a sight that was hard to miss

Because it was the most beautiful and heartbreaking sight. A magnificent eagle, lay at the corner of the balcony, for a moment i felt as helpless as the eagle.

"Ooh what happened"...Rims was as awestruck as I, we just stood and gasped at the sight. What do we do? What do we do? Flurry of phone calls, and finally Harsha comes from PFA(people for animals). By this time, we were fast friends with it, Rims was playing radio mirchi songs to him, and we were in the process of baptising our friend.

"it so clichéd",...said rims sounding disgusted, and wouldnt let me name him Angel.

Harsha spread his beautiful wings, and I was scared,

" he’s not had water for a couple of days, so has fainted of dehydration, he’s barely 20 days old"

"Ooh a baby eaglet!

"A baby eaglet...there's no such thing as baby eaglet".

We fed him water, and he was up in minutes. "Can he fly"

"sure, in about a month"!

"That long"?

"Yeah, coz it cant hunt yet"

"so its really a baby eaglet"

"i said there aint nothing known as......"

"Where are you going to take him?"

"Animal hospital"

"can we come visit him"

"we have about fifty birds, you wont recognise him"

Harsh then put eaglet in a shoe box...and I made one last desperate attempt ."can I carry him"

"uh, no thanks".... And he was gone,

We named him eaglet (and that’s not clichéd?)

Phone rings an hour later saying he's in the ICU and will be fine.
Some how the image of eaglet in ICU on the ventilator and nurses fussing over him cracks me up.
"You can visit Saturday’s and Sundays", which cracks me up further.

I don’t think I’ll visit him,
One day when I look up at the sky, I wouldn’t be surprised to see my angel...er...eaglet soaring high watching over me.
And who says I wont recognise him.

Bombastic

Okay, i had to say this, as am sick of hearing what blessed Uncle Sam's troupe have been upto! one day they are bombing Iraq, Afghanistan the next, recently it was Somalia, and why, coz of its alleged link up with al-Qaida, recently this report on NDTV got me livid..

The head of US spy operations has said that Pakistan, while a key ally in their hunt for terrorists, represents a major source of Islamic extremism and a refuge for top terror leaders.

So now that they admit it, why dont they start bombing Pak? Why does the victim always have to be some backward, war ravaged nation ?
I feel benevolent compassion for the people of Pak though, out of 60 years post independence, 50 years were under military dictatorship, the present one with a benign smirk on his face was to hang his boots way back in 2004, but now as things are going, ahead of the presidential elections its likely that he'll continue till 2011.

War and games

Yet another new year! Celebrations, firecrackers, champagne......It was none of those, in fact even hearing 'happy new year' repulses me, let alone saying it!
Every time a new year comes, we promise ourselves a year of peace and happiness, and yet another year goes by with more blood and gore.

How Can there be a celebrations when there are hundreds of parents weeping for their kids at the nithari village, i cringed when i heard the UP PWC minister terming it as 'yeh sab choti- moti ghatna chalti rehti hai......

There are fire crackers alright, when dozens of Innocent civilians in Iraq are killed everyday by the Americans....How long can the world remain a silent spectator to the brutal hegemony of US. Its a joke to be called the most civilized country in the world when their actions are that of a blood thirsty barbaric nation. If this is what 'civilization' means, then I'd rather that we remain poverty stricken .Guess the higher we go up the ladder of evolution, the more and more are values get eroded.

Speaking of values,is there supposed to be champagne when a person is being hanged a day before new years eve for the whole world to watch! Being in the media,its mortifying to watch things happen and not being there to change it. Happy New Year indeed!It just depresses me to hear that...coz there's nothing to be happy about,but there are things that helps me though, to see things in a better perspective, like this column i read in the Newspaper.

War and games
One thing that seems to be common between war and game is that,in both, you need to be insensitive towards the other. If you are sensitive towards others' feelings, you can't defeat the other. Today, when children play video games, Internet, watch violent cartoons, they get in-sensitized. These games have turned into real life situations, leading to class room violence. The last decade has seen unprecedented instances of violence in schools. Dropout rates in schools in Washington DC is an alarming 50 per cent and there is an increase in gang violence amongst the adolescents the world over.

His Holiness Sri Sri Ravi Shanker excerpt from speaking tree column, Times of India, December 13.

His Holiness's view help us understand things from a larger prospective, this is the kind of knowledge that the world is in desperate need of today.

To solve a problem, we need to understand it first, and for that we need to go back to our roots, to ascertain a sense of identity, coz we don't identify ourselves with the right things,need to ask the right kind of questions - who am I? whats my purpose in life? Well i guess with this knowledge i am ready to begin the new year,though not quiet convinced what it holds for me, but just knowing that the biggest war and games which we are subjected to are not always external.

The High

Things would never be the same again
as i walk into our room, the editorial room, as me and Rims have named it.....i felt the terseness suddenly dispelled.
This was the room that i used to cringe walking into just acouple of weeks ago
i would use every excuse to stay out of it,
It felt cold, unwelcome and deary......more than that
i felt unwelcome, unwanted like a stranger.
The more i avoided the more it hurt, to the point that i couldnt take it anymore...this cannot be happening....

past three days filming for our documentry was all it took to change everything.
HIGH ON LIFE....
Me, Ree and Rich sure were!
was shot amidst the bustling MG road, yelahanka highway, christ college and popular local pubs.
3 days shooting round the clock left us exhausted and HIGH ON LIFE.
Now that the filming is more or less over, life feels like a constant image caught through the camera lense. Zooming out you get the bigger picture, and how the subject needs to be 'centered' and zoom in, perfection comes in view, you need to maintain a balance between these two to capture the perfect scene.

Even our vocabulary is mutated with techno jargons.
"Hey i saw this hot guy, my audio blanked out and video went on an overdrive".
"The lights just came back...wait a sec! need to white balance".

Cant wait to get back and hijack Rich's soft new mattress....and pester Tina to get something outta her bountyful larder to feed us hungry souls....
The cold, deary dungeon metamorphosed into a warm atmosphere, HIGH ON LIFE.
The title of our documentary.

Sporting phenomenon II

live sporting can turn into an addiction!
now that the season's over, life feels kinda empty.

here's how i covered my first assignment as a sports journalist for the
AFC youth championship at shree kanteerva stadium.

Not being on a regular (forget regular, not any) payroll of a media organisation is a pain, especially when you wanna get entry to such events.
But finding ways to work around it is fun too!
step 1
sneak into the media gallery (through the VIP entrance) unnoticed, if u happened to be perticularly attractive as moi, then this step is obsolete, then you move on to..
step 2
explain the hierarchy of officials you get referred to, what a 'student journalist' is... give up and finally retort to be invisible to the match officials (again futile as step 1)
if this doesnt work as well then,
step3
use your contacts ,if you're smart enough this would be your first step.
and if you're really lucky...
step 4
The media chairman one day walks up and says
(oh no, this is the end) "tomorrow you come and collect the media pass, dont forget your photograph!"
YAY
is this for real.... and find yourself...

sitting on the media gallery, and reporting live is something i could sure get used to!
we'd discuss the intricasies and nuances of the game (i'd mostly listen) swap juicy tid-bits on Dasmunshi's life (most journos hate him)
there was a regular supply of refreshments (cold samosa and soggy sandwiches), which the japanese seemed to love (including the mutated version of kaju barfi!)

The sports journos....wow, most of them were players themselves (even if it was at school level),or coaches and referees.
Personifed giant sports encyclopedia, rattling out statistics and profiles making me feel like a pathetic dumb school girl!

The best part were the post match press conferences, the battle of the journos began, the foriegn coaches and players would pretend not to understand the language to evade inconvenient questions.
In a matter of weeks i knew more about football then i had in all twenty one years of life

More then that, i found a career!
like the game of football, come rain, come sunshine, there aint a moment of dullness.
So much for hating something! now its a passion.
life's so unpredictable,you never know where it takes you.
Well, this time around it took me right to the football pitch.

Holy matrimony!

On a lazy Sunday afternoon, going insane with boredom, I flick through the newspaper supplement…hoping to catch something interesting….
And here’s what I came across.

CITIZEN of USA, 61 years (looks younger), athletic, good-hearted, and owner of successful Marketing Business in Boston seek Hindu Woman, 18-32 years old for marriage. Preferably vegetarian and pretty.

A matrimonial column...oh goody!
The gentleman above seemed to be on the wrong side of 60 having a fetish for girls young enough to be his daughter.

Some ads were short (each word costs)….
Alliance for prty, slm, elegant yng cultrd grl, educated wrg lecturer
Ok…I thought all lecturers were supposed to be educated!

On the other hand…. ......Remember that interview when you were asked about yourself, and you overdid it a tad bit too much….
SOWRASTRA, 39,CA, second son of retired Scientist, formerly working at Delhi with good salary, returned Chennai to look after aged parents, now under going Medical Transcription training, own a house at Perembur with properties financially self-sufficient and very shy type, seeks home loving & computer knowledge bride from same sect. Contact.Dr.R.Ambikanuja 688, Palikasanthji Street,Arrakonam -812 001. Ph.9935-2432265 (after 9pm)Cell:98882732101 (are you sure nothing’s left out?)
The dude sure seemed desperate!
Here are some commonly used jarons used in newspaper classified add(don’t bother taking your dictionary out!)

Family oriented – Sati saavitri bahu!
Home loving girls- forget about your career
Convent educated – stuck up spoilt brat
No demand- we’re doing a huge favor
Issueless divorcee- Hmmmm…
Youthful/young at heart - geriatric
Simple- Dumb, doormat

So if you’re single and not ready to mingle, but want to find that special one, what better ways then words…. even abbreviations are enough

wrg- working
BHP- biodata,horro(r)-scope, picture
SWE- sweet? Umm that’s actually Software Engineer
But at some point of time, you look beyond words…and talk in numbers! Yes it’s all about money honey!

SWE wrg in honeymoon (no) solutions
35,000 pm to the highest bidder.

Well, they say marriages are made in heaven, looks like cupid strikes between the lines of ‘matrimonial columns’ ….till then happy matrimony!

PS: a highly edited(read much better) version of this article appears on forth coming issue of dateline bangalore...monthly magazine called 'spouse on sale:offer open till stock lasts'.

teething trouble

Hannibal lecter strikes…….Tottenham Hotspurs striker, Dofeo was allegedly caught ‘biting’ West Ham's midfielder Javier Mascherano !
According to Dofeo and his coach, “it was a comic nibble blown out of proportion, and is all a part of the game”!
Referee let Defeo get away with this outrageous act! Uncle Tyson must be happy to hear that.
Since when has cannibalism become a ‘part’ of the game?
looks like something outta the dark ages, with barbarians and trolls(classic warcraft scene)
And hey, even the world cup finals aint less action packed…. Zidane’s head butting of Italy's Marco Materazzi to the ground!
What a joke –ridiculously rich multimillionaires who don’t know how to behave, and to think these guys are role models…maybe they should be sent back to kindergarten first to learn some manners.
It would make a brilliant idea for one of those ludicrous games that are churned out like, Carrmageddon where you run over people to gain extra points, or GTA, where innocent bystanders are murdered.
If kids have such “role models” and where being violent is "cool",
I don’t think Osama would have any trouble getting recruitment for his next training camp.

an ode to my roomies

What a bunch of crazy girls, totally drive me nuts…lets begin in alphabetical order

Heads turn when she walks in, this gal is a total babe, from head to toe..
That’s prerna, mere nichewali, I mean we share our bunk beds. Thank god she’s as messy as me…typical delicate darling, and a total romantic if ever…everything she owns is pink…her bucket, her towel…whew its gonna take the whole day if I started listing out . Reminds me of a princess ….her sweet innocence is what you'll first notice about her, instantly making her a darling of everyone! Falls sick every second day, and her panju accent…kya bakwaaas yaar.
Update: with her stint at editorial-ship complete,the editoral legacy unveils!!!hurrah!


No one’s perfect, but Rims is an exception. Most annoyingly irritatingly perfect…her cupboard and bed is like one of those catalogue advertisement. looks as if she just walked out of a saloon, with every hair in place. Lord where is justice…gives everyone an inferiority complex when she opens her mouth…she talks and talks and talks and I hate to admit it, she does make sense….just too intelligent for her own good, but doesn’t let anyone know, but once you do….you are just frozen in awe and marvel! Love to irritate her by saying she’d be a very good politician…but then she’d be good at anything she does, has an amazing satirical sense of humor. Oh, she talks to almost anything from a mosquito to a dog and even a lamppost! But beneath that tough exterior is a person who really cares a lot which she tries really hard to hide. Hah, u don’t fool anyone Rims!
Update: has a really annoying habit of making baby sounds, when she doesnt get her way!

Tina bina bhi kay jeena….oh yeah I’ll never forget that sulky pout she had when she first came to the hostel! I thought was shifting her entire house, with the amount of luggage she had! Reminds me of a cartoon called daffy duck (oops..sorry teens) she and preru are chronically obsessed with pink! Her love of life is her cellphone, she’s with here cell everywhere, at dinner, in her bed….! …she hates it when achu (our prof) forgets to mention that she‘s from Chattisgarh every time he introduces her!
Update: Her Date churan thing...hmmm heaven!

There’s another unofficial roomie who deserves a mentions…..stumbles into our room bachaoon, kuch khane ko hai…..mujhe chocolate chahiye! Being fully aware that our larder was emptied weeks ago! Blog queen, we share an eternal woe of not having better halves! Come 11 pm, and all rest are huddled into their ‘copchas’ getting all mushy and romantic….we console each other! Terrific writer and a person who anyone can easily relate…with sadie, what you see is what you get! One day when she writes her own book, she promised to mention me in acknowledgements as her first editor in PG (I’ll hold u against that)
Update:Is high on Naarial Paani.

Lazy Sunday afternoon….preru is on the phone with her sweetheart, Rims is chatting away furiously to Avi…Teens is probably playing agony aunt to someone over da phone, and sadie is blogging away to glory!
Have 8 more months together hope we can tolerate each other better by then…you girls rock! and will go places..love u guys!
Update:6 more months to go...some still cant tolerate the other!

What u talking about?

Cell phones really disgust me, not that i dont appreciate its utility,
but the way its being (mis)used these days, is just gone too far.
I somehow dont get it how people can talk so much......go blah blah blah.....whats there so much to talk about! i just feel like withdrawing into a corner and just be!
I myself cant stand long coversations...coz 99.99% of times they are silly inane words which dont really have any value.....i go uh huh...yeah....gr8....thats nice....(hang up the phone u idiot, my ear's hurting!).
And i hate seeing what it does to people! i just wish there was some kind of apparatus which could permanently be surgically implanted, so that one would be saved of even that much trouble.
Dont even get me started on the medical and scientific reasons...but lettme give a little sneak peek anyway

Headache
Sleep disruption
Neuroepithelial (tissue in the brain) tumors
Alzheimer's Disease
Parkinson's Disease
Altered memory function, concentration and spatial awareness
Other forms of cancer.

to take a look at the real story:

http://www.newsmax.com/archives/articles/2001/4/30/121604.shtml


Think about it, dosent talking so much, leave you drained of every ounce of energy that you have.

As for me... when i walk on the road, i want hear the noise of the traffic (sound way better then some of those cheesy ringtone)...feel the wind on my face...... look at the sky which seems to be changing color every moment..... and just enjoy being me! There's just so much perfection around....
too bad some people just miss this altogather.

Sporting Phenomena

To tell u the truth, I am not that much into sports, the only reason that I do sometimes catch up with an odd match or two, is for its pure entertainment value! (Or maybe because it’s getting more and more difficult to watch anything else with the men folk gaining monopoly over the remote!) , anyway…….the sports news these days would give a run for all the sensationalist news!
There was a time when I used to completely skip the sport section of the paper…not anymore; I start my day reading paper backwards.
It’s absolutely insane how some of these pro sports… run a billion dollar industry based on it.
Take football for instance, its so completely ridiculous to have 22 men ( pretty hot, granted!) chasing after a ball, it looks quiet silly….and then the world cup……has to be the ultimate satire.
That’s so really sad… if that wasn’t enough these people who chase the silly ball are some kind of idols! - Beckham! Oh please, I think his hairdresser deserves more credit for his popularity than himself …
Now don’t even get me started with the namma Indian Cricket team , it really makes me nauseous when I see those giggly bimbos discussing Dhoni’s latest sported haircut….so, Sports has now become a medium to be sported.
I just don’t get it, maybe I am from another planet or from another century altogether, but what exactly is so intelligent about sports!
Okay, people who play, I can understand to some extent ….but people who watch….
Hey, I aint looking to incite any controversy here, but the point is, is the whole scene worth it!
People are spending billions on building stadiums and F1 tracks, where clean drinking water and basic hygiene is still not a human right….it amazes me, are people really so conscienceless these days.
Maybe watching all that sports till their eyeballs pop out from the socket really does render them brain dead!
Whole life turns into a game with a warped sense of pseudo reality, where everything’s based on winning or losing…..and slowly the whole meaning and purpose of life fades away.
Well mate, this time, the jokes on you!

Hostel vices, Socialogy crisis

Living in a hostel is quiet challenging....
Learning all those fundas on occupational psychology in sociology class hasnt really helped!
All those theories, models and conclusions drawn up by experts haven’t made much of Difference.
With all due respects to them, when it comes down to everyday nitty grities of life, when u are constantly at the grindstone, these theories just go outta da window .
Your whole social life depends on people around you!
True, but you choose the people around you.....before I start a theory of my own let me move on to my own hostel, where I share room with three others.
Apart from waking up every day, screaming my lungs out to get into the loo, missing the breakfast, scribbling my assignment while barely making it to the class, listening to the cheesy
bollywood music.. for the millionth time that I could almost sing it backwards , and finally if I do make it to my bunk, screaming for the lights to be turned off.......
in short there isn’t a dull moment. This can be a good or a bad thing.

Coming back to sociology, and my esteemed theorist, who spent all their lives studying the structure of some wired organization....havent quiet got it right.
Coz where people are concerned, the only principle which ever comes close to describing their behavior is 'the uncertainty principle'.
I just don’t get it, why does there always have to be a reason for every thing we do in life!
Get a life! ....there's sooooo much that we just can’t figure out, no matter what!
.. The higher you study the more confusing it gets! That way, PhD just describes the highest state of confusion!
There was a time when I would devour every book on human psychology that existed....it sure didn’t help....am right back to square one or maybe even worse, coz I just ended up having a lot of sophisticated concepts in my head.
Back at my hostel room, climbing on to the bunk, and pulling up my warm blanket, I realize, this is what it all boils down to....being in a place completely at peace, where u get the feeling of being taken care of.