sad tension

sad means quiet contemplation with detachment
tension means mental contemplation with attachment

so by this definition, sad is ok sometimes, tension is not quiet ok.

Chicago trip

Chicago airport. december 2005. Chilly winds. Ice on side of streets. Char desis get down from American Airlines flight.
Vikky dada: Pahunch Gaye Bhai log. Sahi Hai.
Singh(singing): Singh is King. Singh is King. Singh is King.
Vikky dada: Bolo Kya Karen.
Singh(singing): Singh is King. Singh is King. Singh is King.
Pan Banarsi: Chicago ghoomte hain.
Damru wale baba: Sirf teen ghante ka stopover hai. Yahin rehte hain.
Vikky dada: Lekin ye sehar hai Kahan. Dekhte to hain kaise ja sakte hain.
After 15 min:
Vikky dada: Matlab ya to Bus le ke jao dedh(1 and half) ghante main ek side.
Damru wale baba: Flight miss ho jaayegi. Yahin rehte hain.
Pan Banarsi: Subway lete hain. Jis stop se train lenge, use yaad rakhenge. Jis stop pe utrenge, wahin se wapas aa jaayenge. Aapni flight se pehle wapas aa jaayenge.
Vikky dada: Try maarte hain. Me ready. Tum sab?
Singh(singing): Singh is King. Singh is King....
Vikky dada: Abe han ya Na.
Singh : Ok, as you say.
Damru wale baba: dekh lo yaar, panga nahin hona chahiye.
Vikky dada: Kuch nahin hoga. Main hun na!
Char dost take subway to chicago. Sadak pe ek ghanta Downtown. Chicago Macy's. Badi Badi buildings. Wapas on time fo flight to Seattle.

We are struggling actors.

The joke goes like this:There's a failed actor, who becomes a face in the crowd in Bollywood movies. Beta, you should not spend time with those sadakchap(who stamp the streets, spend time on streets doing useless stuff) friends of yours. Be
more serious about your college. Are you keeeping up with your classes.What dad, you always keep on lecturing me. About career and all. What have you done in your life to advise me. All you have done in tit bit
roles in some movies.Hey, I have done many roles and you might think those were not important. Even if role is small, it is great experience working for all big
banners. Not that I remember, you know that movie, AB's "First Movie, Useless Acting" in which he launched his son, which was silver jubilee,
I had quite a bit of important role in that.What role was that, serving tea to hero's family and 5 dialogs.The role is not important really, what is important is how you grow as a person and contributing to such big movie. Those were the days...
The guy is obviosly happy that he was part of big team, and helped develop movies/products which made a lot of money, Box office success.Before laughing at this guy, let's think. Are we like him only. Most of us work developing for some big companies. We develop some products
which will be Box Office successes. And we will put in our resumeas and feel proud of this fact that we worked on this and that hit product
with great teams. And now, instead of laughing at our dear tit-bit role actor, should we laugh at ourselves.

What would I have been 500 years ago

Do you believe in rebirths? I guess I do. This is a good concept to believe when you die, as you will have something to look forward to. But this blog is not about rebirth. It's about believeing that if rebirths have occured and will occur, can I find out what profession suits me.
There are a number of movies in Hindi cinema which show that there's someone, and it has to be only ONE, who will make your most compatible partner, love interest, or wife/husband. Similarly, it's also a view which I hear often that there's a job or profession which is the ONE for you. The only issue if the above premise is true, is to JUST FIND what that profession IS. Simple. I dare say so. I have been in this inquiry of finding the best job according to my nature for a decade now. I have rejected a number of jobs till date and still haven't found THE job. Now I was contemplating that if rebirth funda also were true, maybe I could combine both and get my puzzle solved. How? Let's see.
I must have had many rebirths till now. I am sure I must not have been as confused about selection of a job in this birth in at least some of my previous births. In those births, I must have found out MY profession and developed quite an expertise in it. So it means somewhere in my soul I carry those skills. If only I could find that profession and use those skills in my present birth, I would be highly successful and greatly contented with my life. With this in mind, let me think what could I have been.
Let's go back 500 years. Let's restrict our search to India, although it's probably that 500 years back I could have been living in any country of the world. At that time, mughlas were ruling India. So who could I be - a soldier in the army, a shopkeeper(bania selling oils, or groceries), watchguard, a general, farmer, servant doing all the washing, some saint in the jungle, some artist(a painter or sculptor perhaps), or something else. I am still iterating through these choices and seeing where I could have fit in:). Maybe I should look back 1000 years, or maybe 1500 years. The search is still continuing, I am still thinking. Meanwhile, if you know me and can see me in any of the roles above or any else, do let me know. It's possible you find my perfect job(outsourcing man!).

Dilemma

I am stuck between illogical tester, deaf project manager and nontechnical client making irrelevant code changes.

Losing cool in office

Is my job important enough for me to lose my cool if something happens - the manager going nuts, the collegues backbiting, or me having to stay late to cater to whims and fancies of the manager.

Panna-lal, gaadi roko!

I have a mother-in-law. She is quite shy person who speaks slowly and softly and gives the impresion of someone whose's life is in slow motion. Her school is almost on my way to the office. So, I have been leaving her to her school in the mornings for a few weeks now. This is what happened one fine Saturday. My mother-in-law was to attend some school function, which would have occured at some other place than the school. Theplan was that the teachers would arrive at the school at normal time, and from there teh school bus would take them to the venue.
On the morning of the incident, just as I was to reach school, we saw the school bus leave the school premises. We were late. My mother-in-law asked me to follow the bus. And that's how it all began.
This is bollywood in reality. The school bis was ahead, and we were behind. The bus cut a corner, we followed 2 minutes after. The bus cut another corner; we were still behind. The bus climbed the flyover, and we followed 100 meters behind. The bus climbed down from the flyover and we were almost catching up. The bus crossed a public bus stop, and we were almost there. My mother-in-law asked me to take the car near the driver's window, so that she could ask the driver to stop and take her with the teachers. So I moved my car as close to the driver's window. And then came the call which astounded me: "Panna-lal, gaadi roko!". I was shocked by the loud commanding voice, coming as it was from someone whom I had never seen talk in normal voice in more than 2 years. Well, the driver, Pannalal heard and stopped the bus and all went well after that.
The incident was shocking but it was not ithat important too. A few weeks later, I was talking to my wife and I happened to tell her the commandeering of the Panna-lal. She was verifying the incident with her mom after a couple of minutes. She came back and said: "The incident has more substance that you know". When I expressed suprise by twiching my facial mucscles in surprise mode, she said "Panna-lal was not on that bus, the driver was not Panna-lal. Panna-lal is the most popular peon in school. Since my mom did not know the name of the driver, she called out the peon's name. Panna-lal's popularity ensured that the driver recognised familiar voice and gave attention during driving". Now, is that smnart thinking, or what?