Lord, Save my country!

Just for the record, today is Cricket T20 WorldCup final match which is to be played against India and Pakistan… in a couple of minutes.

Firstly, it’s a 20-20 over match, so people who never cared about watching it have started following the matches. Although, I am personally not in favour of them, I cannot deny that the excitement is unmatchable. Secondly, it’s between India and Pakistan —the all time favorite rivals.

Cricket: The game of Rioting was a joint venture between India and Pakistan. The tradition now is that once any cricket match is over, everyone must riot and burn down a stand. This also keeps the youths in the country employed. Pakistan is India’s long time rival in both games, cricket & rioting, of which India has won all.

—Courtesy, Uncylopdia 🙂

Back to the topic; the office has become a barren planet. Although there are a few creatures alive, they are expected to be extinct in a few minutes.

I have recieved several mails to since morning that have urged me to LEAVE the office and watch the WAR OF THE WORLDS. Here’re the unedited versions:

Mail #1

I have to watch India Pakistan T20 Final today…

 

Will you allow me to go home early today or not ???

 

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Mail #2:

This one is based on the famous sattar-minute (70 minutes) speech by Shahruk Khan in the Movie ChakDe India.

40 overs, 40 overs hain humare paas,…… hamari zindgi ke shayad sabse khaaaaaas….. 40 over. Aaj hum match dekhein ya na dekhein par ye 40 over hamein zindgi bhar yaad rahenge…. To aaj match kahan dekhna hai ye main tumhe nahin bataunga, bus itna kahunga ki jao aur ye 40 over jee bhar kar dekh lo…… Kyun ki iske baad aane wali zindgi mein chahe kuch sahi ho ya na ho, dhoni-yuvraj rahein ya na rahein, chahe india final mein pahunche ya na pahunche lekin yeeeehhhhh 40 overs tumse koi nahin cheen sakta, koi nahin. ……

……….. To maine socha hai ki is match ko kahan dekhna ye aaj main tumhe nahin batunga balki tum mujhe bataoge… dekhkar, kyunki main jaanta hun ki yeh 40 over agar is desh ka har baccha baccha apna support Hindustan ko de gaya to ye 40 over khuda bhi humse vaapas nahin maang sakta…..

To jao, jao aur kisi dukaan par, apne office ke cafeteria main, kisi chaurahe pe lagi kisi screen par ya apne ghar me rakhe color TV par ye 40 over dekh daalo…..

Come on people, india needs our support today…… leave office at 4.00 max….

Chakk de……………………

Now, I am no more worried about us as a Nation… it’s definitely growing stronger… but (I know I’ll be called a traitor killed for saying this) aren’t we supposed to work???

You try to find out the answer, I’ll be leaving to watch the match 😛

A weekend outside home, and without laptop!

After Swenny’s and Johnny’s posts, I feel a comfortable obligation to commit my part of code too. I say obligation because I was abstaining from posting these pictures… and comfortable because it’s not an obligation in literal terms.

In case, you haven’t read Swenny’s or Johnny’s posts, Swenny made a Bangalore visit (like anyone cared). He brought SUSE, Kubuntu, and all the Star Wars movies, so that I can watch them and become a geek, by definition. But he didn’t bring the Scrubs. Ras**l!!
I also had the (much awaited) chance to catch up Johnny, finally. It’s nice to meet such Geeky people who would listen to your jokes, when you relate something in life to GPLv3, and might laugh with you… instead of laughing at you. 😐

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The first pic shows how Swenny insists on serving food with a fork and a spoon (and spill it all over), even when he can simply pour it down like Johnny. 😛

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The second pic is actually a warning for people, to hide their camera cellphones when they meet Swenny, OR to be prepared for him to take his own picture and set it as wallpaper on your cell. I haven’t changed the wallpaper yet, by the way. 😐

Couldn’t take any of Johnny’s pics though. Hoping to catch up with him sometime and discuss about things I am working on, and discuss about things he’s working on, and discuss about things in my mind, and discuss about…. aah! Never mind. 🙂

Who am I? I am Spide…errr Man :P

Similar to my other emotionally charged posts (I mean when I am emotionally charged), this one too comes from a weird place. I am sitting on the wall of my balcony, with a little fear that my Bittu (laptop for the less enlightened) might fall with me.

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I am in a very strange mood right now. Full of nostalgic thoughts. These thoughts have enlightened me about things I wasn’t aware about myself. Since I do not share everything (I am li’ll selfish you see), I won’t post everything. Selfishness reminds me that I could never share my troubles with Everyone. When I left Bhubaneswar (in fact a few months before leaving it), I was left with none to share. It’s pretty unlike-me to accept it here, but I realized that an increase in blogging activity was an outlet in disguise. It’s not that I’ve written everything I feel (it’s just unlike-me), but I could share something. 🙂

Today again, I need an outlet when I’m tangled in this unmanageable web of questions.

Looking at my life, I’ve things that I’ve wanted and worked for (well, except a few).
I am financially independent, and don’t have to bother my parents.
I am working on web security, and that too in a computer services company, with geeks around me.
I also have permission to work from home, pretty unlikely for a beginner on some internal work. Complete freedom, to be precise.
I, with all probability, will become an author in a few months (unless something extremely goes wrong).
…and most importantly, I am ideal son in eyes of my parents (except one issue that I don’t take care of my health).

Still, there is disturbance caused by dissatisfaction… and at times, by overflow of energy. Don’t mistake it to be a job dissatisfaction issue. Computers has been one of my teenage loves, which has grown stronger with times.

Looking again at life, I realize that I don’t have everything I ever wanted…
I wished to contribute to the society; started a few times with SPICMACAY and AID; won a few times; lost a few times. Nothing to complain about really. Obviously, you don’t get all you want.

However, I feel I am entangled between things I wanted, and things things that are my responsibility (like changing the world 🙂 )

Going to an orphanage on a weekend, donating money, etc. are not my cup of tea. I believe they aggravate the problem more than they solve them, IMHO. A weekly visit makes them feel distant; a donation of money, or related things, makes them dependent. These issues need to be attacked from the root.

I have this feeling that I WILL be able to execute my plans someday… but what about now 🙂
Why do I feel like loosing patience, considered one of my biggest assets in the past.

Honour Insignificant Compared To Hunger!

I am a self proclaimed feminist.There are issues (which I do not cite) that disturb me… and I’ve been disturbed again by a piece of news titled “Sex for Survival” on the Al Jazeera (english).

From the article:

When Rana Jalil, 38, lost her husband in an explosion in Baghdad last year, she could never have imagined becoming a prostitute in order to feed her children.

A mother of four, Jalil sought out employment, but job opportunities for women had decreased since the US invasion.
She begged shop owners, office workers and companies to hire her but was treated with what she calls chauvinistic discrimination.
Within weeks of her husband’s death, a doctor diagnosed her children with malnutrition.

Fighting tears, she recalled the desperation which led her to the oldest profession: “In the beginning these were the worst days in my life. My husband was the first man I met and slept with, but I didn’t have another option … my children were starving.”
She left the house in a daze, she recalled, and walked to the nearest market to find someone who would pay her for sex.
She said: “I’m a nice-looking woman and it wasn’t difficult to find a client. When we got to the bed I tried to run away … I just couldn’t do it, but he hit and raped me. When he paid me afterwards, it was finished for me.

“When I came home with some food I had bought from that money and saw my children screaming of happiness, I discovered that honour is insignificant compared to the hunger of my children.”

I discovered that honour is insignificant compared to the hunger of my children.

We are all aware of such issues, but this time I could see a series of events leading to a sheer helpless situation. Quite ironically, I used to think that some, if not most, of the these people choose the easier path of flesh trade instead of working. I might still be right but the situation in places like these is vexing. Does anyone see anything good coming up from the US war against terrorism. If Yes then are the trade-offs worthy? (Or may be I currently too disturb to make rational calculations.)

By the way, I couldn’t finish the article. If anybody finds anything good in it, let us know.