A beautiful symphony of delicate intricacies

Expressing oneself by sublime words,exhilarating notes of music,divine colourful strokes of brushes and meticulously chosen pencil carvings on paper have all been the driving force behind all the artistic endeavours by humankind.

The sketch here is by a gifted friend of mine.

I have been astounded by the sheer complexities of ideas in this meticulous, but out-of-the-world creation.Within a span of 25 minutes,she has bestowed a blank paper with life,and a sea of emotions spilling all over it.

The profundity within those two amazing eyes,which mimic the eyes in a peacock feather are inexplicable. These eyes seem to be telling some intense stories of their own. The mild display of fear and simultaneous love within those two remarkable artistic creations are hard to believe.

The two peacock feathers-if seen in a different perspective are two lovely birds with long beaks holding out a flower for a special one. This subtle presence looks so accentuated once it is taken notice of.

The region formed by the two peacock feathers and the flute resemble the mythological Hindu deity Krishna-A symbol of Love... Now with this in mind,the eyes seem to reflect the contemporary apprehension in loving the world and the neighbours around you...

There are numerous more interpretations which can be made of it... I leave it to you to appreciate it further...

Bengalurean @ Belgium GP

Dr. Vijay Mallya, the dream agent,the most lavish Indian businessman hailing from Namma Bengaluru,and an Indian Patriot...From the reclaiming of the auctioned memorabilia of Tippu Sultan and Gandhiji to putting India on the world map of business,he's done it again...

After almost two seasons,in the second season of F1 his team Force India has obtained its maiden podium finish with 8 points.... It might be only a small step now, but a definite hope is rising at the horizon....

And not to forget Fisichella, for showing his metal in today's race...

Thanks Mr. Mallya.... I've always admired you,now more reasons to do so

Me & my Friends...

At the outset,I am jovial and easy going. But,until now in my life,the real friends whom I want and would be with,the rest of my life are a very few...This is be because of the weird nature observed in me,when it comes to intimate dealing with people...

I find it imperative to define the person I'm calling my FRIEND....This demand is not in many cases met by the many people i interact with...Each of us,have acquaintances,close associates, few closer peers and finally a handful of friends... In my case,the convergence from acquaintances to friends is narrower....

Although only a few, they mean immensely a lot to me....

Happy birthday da Murali -My Doppelganger

I'll try to personify this post like you-Simple and affectionate:

Deyyy,
Don't let the passion you show mellow down,
Continue to be an inspiration( Remember-you are my morpheus)
Scale greater heights,
But still,be the same to me, as what you are now....

Happy Birthday again buddy... !!!

Times of void...

A kind of a blank-out or an abrupt inadequacy of thoughts... These are regular times which I experience,wherein its tough even to contemplate what is going in my head... More the concentrated efforts,farther i drift from the regions of my active thoughts.... There is nothing substantial which I am able to derive out from my mind... A few scattered and insignificant thoughts going astray and grazing the field of my mind.... Unknown causes and unknown remedies....

These are the times of void.....

Apheresis -An experience never to be forgotten

Although I have previously donated blood four times at various donation camps,today was my first experience in a Hospital for immediate administration to a recipient in need...

Today,I donated Platelets from my blood by a process called "Apheresis",using a cell separator... The process takes around 100-120 minutes....About 150 ml of blood is drawn out every time from the body in around 5-6 cycles,and the cell particles in blood are separated into plasma,RBC's,WBC's and platelets,like in a centrifuge... Platelets along with some plasma is collected into a bag,while the rest of the particles are administered back into the body...

I felt a weird,tingling sensation in my lips and finger tips,which later I came to know was because of Citrate included in the blood in the cell separator... The best personal physiological sensation was when all the plasma was being administered back into my body-Then I could feel every blood vessel within,as if a mild current were passing through them...It was exhilarating...

And finally,the brave family of the recipient, and their kind words to me were more than precious....

Wishing her a quick recovery from my side...

Also check out
http://www.blood.co.uk/pages/platelets.html

Austerity in Festivals !!! I'm glad

As I have grown up,I've seen the Hindu Festivals like Ganesh Chaturthi,Dussehra and Diwali celebrations get a tinge of austerity to them,which makes these celebrations more sensible...

The number of Green-eco friendly Ganesh idols are increasing... Diwali is on its path of enlightenment with fewer crackers...Definitely required for the well being of the supposed creations of God....

I know that these haven't susidised entirely,but a hint of change is encouraging....

Happy festival time !!!
Conserve our habitat so that we can celebrate,and let our future generations taste the joy of festivals....

Why do people (particlulary the ones close to me !!!) get silly?

Quite often now,I've been put through particular weird situations -wherein,I have been the victim of a supposedly 'possessive' act of a person really close to me.... These are circumstances I can handle,but in my own way,which eventually would turn out to be a bitter experience to all the people involved....

The tug-of-war between me and my principles on one side, and the other dear ones and a compromise they seek from me over my principles on the other,is an unfortunate state to be in...

I never intend to hurt them,but it happens involuntarily as an effect of their reluctance and my adamancy....Now ,time to perform damage control....

Wish I were 'Lost Into the Wild'

Rarely,has a movie been capable of soothing your senses and instigating your mind simultaneously.... One such impact was delivered by this serene but profound Biographical movie about the adventures of of Christopher McCandless.

The movie reaches out to you in a manner which is more than just an experience... Every frame is a meticulously taken picture, every emotion is profound and reaches out to you in an appealing way... The dialogues and conversations are highly idealsitic,but proven by the man himself as pragmatic too...

The best scenes are when a casual chat in a bar with a companion and the protagonist about 'people' turns into a real outburst of frustration,which i personally felt that we all have within us but are hypocritical about...

The next favorite scene is when the rubber tramp calls Alex-Are you a Jesus or something !!!, for his simple but deep analysis of the rubber tramps problem...

It is a master piece of sorts,but not belonging to the conventional lots...

But more than anything, when I think that it is the life of a man which has been portrayed, I felt all the more close to the character,and distanced from myself....
The weak human bonds, the false truths, the hypocrisy, the herd-like competition, the hatred towards the self and the fellow beings-all these make our lives futile...

I just wonder there is so much within us which is never expressed at all,and we perish unfulfilled,haunting ourselves through life ,and to death...

Live the moment to the fullest-is the best philosophy in the world.... Ironically, we have made it the toughest one to follow also...

Pic :Christopher McCandless in his camp on the Stampede Trail (self-portrait found undeveloped in his camera after his death)

Concentration Lapse :( courtesy Raghu's Restless Mind Syndrome

Maximum of 20 minutes on any task has been the concentration period off late,the shortest duration as far as I can remember. Reading books, writing posts or essays, watching a movie, coding for project, listening to music....All these have been affected by Raghu's Restless Mind Syndrome....

Although, i seem to know the reasons behind, I have been unsuccessful in nullifying their impact on my performance... It seems weird to feel this way...The question I ask myself is-Then what else will cling me on.... !!!

In hot pursuit of a solution to this condition....

Building an Organisation is like a guy trying to get his girl !!!

Nice caption...Isn't it...
This was one of the analogies which emanated from one of our cool FSMK activist, while he was trying to motivate us in building the team...

This analogy has a profound value in itself... The efforts each of us(guys mainly...cos girls seem to care less about us) have taken until now,to grab the attention,impress and to get the girl we like comes from within the core of us...

The passion,the perseverance, and the ever increasing creativity churned out of us while doing something we really want has a huge-should i call it USP !!! (cos,USP is the closest term to what i wanna convey)....

And if you really want to accomplish a task in the best possible way, you've got to fall in love with it,in a way you are mad about your girl....

True sense of freedom @ STUDSAT!!!

After doing our routine rounds of work at the lab for the project,the best time comes when both the shift students get together for dinner. The sense of freedom we experience during such a time without any hinderances from anyone or anything is unparalleled.For instance,today we converted our discussion table in our Software Development Lab into a perfect dinner table.

The team members felt that this was the way to celebrate independence,with Independence Day only a few minutes away.And,they also insisted on me blogging about it....

Happy Independence !!!

The Soloist...But, Not Jamie Foxx in the movie....

A bowed percussion instrument made of a half coconut shell, a stalk of wood, three steel wires and a bow made of- I could not guess what.... The musician was a 12-13 year old boy with deep,but volatile eyes...

He starts playing very famous Kannada track-Aadisi nodu..,then a Hindi song and another for around 15 minutes in a very crowded bus on the Hebbal ring road...This is my second encounter with him,although I've travelled only few times on that route...He seems immersed in some deep thoughts,playing his music mechanically but perfectly...His eyes are wandering from point to point in a fast moving bus...

I wonder what his future would be-Would he continue playing it for very little money he gets in these buses, or would he give this up and take up something else ,or become a professional musician!!! I feel, he could be any of these or anything apart from this depending on his will power and perseverance....

Revisting my Webpage caption on my 150th post !!!

Ideas-are-immortal: These were the lines formed in my mind while I was watching one of my favourite movies -V for Vendetta...

I had later pondered over this phrase for sometime and realised it was one of the universal truths.... Ideas emanating from great minds have revolutionised the world by making their eternal presence felt -in and all around us...

Ideas of Science, Philosophy and Creation-these have been our lifelines,which have helped us to reach up to this point in the conquest of the Self, and consequently ever thing else,including nature.

The first thing which hit my mind when searching for a caption for my Webpage was Ideas-are-immortal. From then on, it has become my mantra. Now, that I have shared my ideas with a lot many of you on many occasions, even those have attained the status of immortality....

Ideas are the fuel which keep the world going. So, contribute in running the world, by providing your share of fuel !!!

The power of thought

People close to me must have heard me say often-The worst of all laziness is the laziness to think.
Just this feeling of someone being reluctant even to think makes me furious. It isn't that I am talking about some fictitious characters,but unfortunately I have happened to know a few of these antagonising creatures.The worst part is that,they don't even realise that someone is trying to convey something important to them.The paradoxic reason again being the problem itself-they don't think....
In Stephen Covey's book-7 Habits of Highly Effective People, he mentions that no person can be changed without his consent, as each person guards a gate,which we need to open and enter to change them...

I say, beyond this gate is the mind, and the gate itself could be a prejudice or a belief. The process of opening the gate is inquisition and thinking.

Now, for our specimen under consideration, the most unfortunate thing is he doesn't seem to know that he is guarding a gate or at the first place has something beyond that gate which is worth guarding.

Until now,in various instances I have wasted lots of my valuable efforts in trying to convey something which should have been very natural to them....I need to devise a better way of tackling this problem...

It is as if I have done a CTRL+Z

The way things are turning these days, I am amazed at the rate of reversals... There have been instances where I had made a few amateur decisions, and when I was fearing that they were wrong, just then those have automatically been undone... It is as if, someone has done a CTRL + Z over my activities...

Even though, I will remain a bit hesitant in endorsing this course completely,I shall do justice to this encore...

My feat of cooking chicken :)

"The secret of being a good cook is to keep tasting your preparation at regular intervals"---Regularly repeated by a TV Show host...

And today, when for the first time i prepared chicken,I implemented this mantra....
It was a nice experience of cooking and eating something you love so much,all by yourself and also feeding it to the rest of the family..

Everybody loved it... I enjoyed both- the process and the product....

Losers and winners

There have been lots of instances in History, wherein a superior being has lost to a mediocre one,just by the act of pure chance.
A loser doesn't necessarily mean is a failure.He could have been an unfortunate victim of mishaps.And likewise, a winner needn't be a flawless personification of abundant talent, he could be a product of synchronised favourable events.

In many cases the amount of efforts put in by a so called loser,is very slightly less than that of the winner.The reward for which is not very consoling,and adds to the feeling of being called a loser.

In true sense, the amount of sincere efforts put in should be the gauge of deciding the rewards.
But, this is a hypothetical criterion, as we are programmed genetically to take events as winning and losing, which is never an absolute in the very relative frame.