Blog abandoned… and Shifted.

As I’d mentioned in my previous posts, I am contemplating abandoning this personal blog of mine… or in other words, I am going to keep my private life, private. Well, to the most part.


I have shifted my Tech Blog at . I might post a couple of philosophical rants, and may be personal notes once in a while. You could subscribe the feed of my new blog. Please make necessary changes to your blogrolls and feed readers. I ensure, it’s a quality product🙂

By the way, I am not going to abandon the blogs I have been reading and commenting on. I’ll still be visiting you guys.🙂

[Discussion Forum] Career Conscience!

  1. Are you in the profession of your choice?
  2. If:
    • Yes, then is there something for which you can leave your current profession?
    • If No, What is it “that” which takes your breath away?
1. I love this picture. It’s taken from Jean-François Chénier’s flickr photostream. The best thing I like about the picture is it’s name: Trust.🙂
No relation to this post whatsoever, though.
2. This post is concerned to myself, more than anyone else.

Rail Gaadi, Rail Gaadi… :)

Yesterday while standing at a railway crossing, waiting for the train to pass by, I realized that I love train journeys. Bus journeys are painful, and flight journeys -too short. Trains provide you enough space to move (and jump) around. People you come across are interesting. Moreover, the journey is long enough to let you enjoy your “break”🙂


Tonight, I’ll be leaving for home to celebrate Holi and my B’day with family after a long time. This will probably be my last visit to Orissa because father got transferred. Return journey is flight from Kolkata, but tonight’s for my loving train🙂. I have also realized that each time I get down from a train after finishing the journey, a sense of realization that I have failed to enjoy the journey to the fullest comes to me. I know that not everybody would be able to relate to this feeling, but what the hell!🙂

This feeling, I guess, has a lot to do with my childhood train journeys. This is when I used to fantasize having a camera to click pictures of the changing landscapes. This fantasy is what drove me to buy a DSLR. There is also a disturbing memory associated with trains, but that’s quite personal.

Anyhoo! I don’t wish to stretch this post anymore. I posted it just to let you guys know a couple of things. One, that I’ll be on leave for around 10 days (Saturdays, Sundays included). Second, my love and fantasy for train journeys🙂. But there’s also one more thing on my mind, and it doesn’t have much to do with trains.

I am considering abandoning this blog. There are several reasons for this. Most prominent of them (which I’d like to mention here🙂 ) are that I’ve never liked pouring my personal thoughts on anyone (Okay, a few😀 ), and I don’t REALLY feel comfortable doing it here. This blog started out as an outlet of my frustrations during the final year BTech (and a medium of one sided communication to a few). However, I am not sure if there’s any point continuing it.

Secondly, I am planning to move my tech blog to my server, once I return from home, and would like to focus on it. Nothing’s decided yet. Let’s see!🙂

Run Lola Run… :)

I was working on an introductory paper on RFC 2616 (HTTP Protocol v1.1) today, and had my free iPod shuffle plugged in. I was on the verge of finishing the paper when it transitioned from MaahiVe (Kaante) to Tere Bina Zindagi (Aandhi).

I’ve listened to this song a thousand times, if not more. In fact I must have heard it at least twice yesterday night, and skipped a couple of times. But this was something different. I had a strange feeling. Then the dialogue between Sanjeev Kumar (SK) & Suchitra Sen (SS) came in:

SK: Suno Arti, ye jo phulon ki belen nazar aati hain na ye dar-asal
arabi main aayaten likhii hain. Inhe din ke vaqt dekhna
bilkul saaf nazar aati hain. Din ke Waqt ye saara paani se bharaa
rahataa hai. Din ke Waqt.. ye jo phuhaare hain…..
Suchitra Sen: Din ki baat kyun kar rahe ho. kahaan aa paauungi main din ke Waqt
SK: Ye jo chaand hai na ise raat main dekhnaa… Ye din mein nahi nikaltaa…
SS: ye to roj nikaltaa hogaa
SK: haan lekin kabhii kabhii amaavas aa jaati hai. Waise to amaavas 15 dinon
ki hoti hai lekin is baar bahut lambi thhii
SS: Nau baras lambi thhii naa..

(just a li’ll background. These two people were married, but one fine day, the lady leaves her husband to follow her father’s inheritance of politics. Nine years later, she visits the city for a political campaign and stays in the hotel where her husband is a manager. She goes the house for a dinner, following which both take a walk, this is when the song is played and a conversation takes place. Following is just part of it.)

…and Thud! Something hit me really hard. I don’t know what it was, or why! It just made me feel really.. helpless.
May be it was simply the excitement of finally finishing the paper coupled with an emotional line; or may be just a transition from a fast paced song (MaahiVe) to this one; or may be the story of Kashmir Singh, a prisoner of war, being released by Pakistan after 35 long years was still on my mind when Suchitra Sen reminds Sanjeev Kumar of their troubled relationship of 9 years…

…Or may be it was all.🙂

Trust me. I am not at all being dramatic. The thought of a relationship floating in troubled waters for 9 long years just because two people couldn’t sort things out… despite being in love so strong that’d eventually survive a separation so long, send shivers in me.

Uh! What the hell! Who cares? Life goes on… Doesn’t it?🙂

…or does it?

Anyhoo! You enjoy the song🙂
The above written dialogue is at the beginning of the 3rd minute.

[Quote] Relationships

Sometimes the greatest journey is the distance between two people…


Reminds me of a sher by lyricist Hasti, sung by Jagjit Singh:

Jism ki baat nahi thi unke dil tak jaana tha,
Lambi duri tay karne mein waqt to lagta hai…

Baba lives on…

It hurts me when people keep crying about corruption, and complaining that nothing is being done for the society/common name blah blah blah. But it hurts even more when the people responsible for dissemination such vital information do not “play their part” responsibly.
Yes! I wish to blame the media. I’ll, however, resist and put it on hold for some other time.

This post is dedicated to Baba Amte. The man who dedicated a big part of his life for the “not so common men”. The meaning of “not so common men” can be understood by watching this small documentary.

Baba’s life is also a lesson for people who doubt in the power of one. His mortal structure is no more, but he’ll continue to live in the hearts of thousands…

p.s. Thanks to Amrit for sharing the video. It can be downloaded from