I logged onto my system after lunch, was feeling very drowsy now.I propped the head phones on and started documentin..was i forgettin somethin? oh yes! where was the music?, I clicked on the first song enlisted on my media player ..My roomate had been listening to music last night and god knows what music it had been.Well i dint give much to it..anything to keep me awake.
Then suddenly a shiver down my spine, a sense of deja-vu a sharp jerk! ,nope this was not time travel..but was it?
Music what was this ? where am i now ? ...the falling and rising and sharp rising again..the austere office atmosphere seemed to melt around me.The lights grew dim, a dark red colour ..where was this? why does this seem so familiar.There was a tense silence in the place around me..people were whisperin..swapping notes frantically..wat was this?
I turned and besides me did not lie my embedded board but my friend with her face controted in serious lines a pen and note book propped in her hand and she was looking startight ahead..i followed her gaze and there in what seemed to be a moonly glow a person was speakin ..I could not make him out..he seemed wrapped in the emanating light..but he spoke and my friend wrote ..the music grew stronger ..i was being ripped apart from my present ..
i was being torn away..i could feel it tugging at every muscle of my heart..where was this..and y was this sense of deja -vu giving me so much of a pang.
there were many seats in front of me now and all filled with people ..strangely this hall was quite given the fact that it was packed with people..the music floated and i along with it..now more familiar faces..all listening intently..and then the man stopped
was i in those magical pensieves? that come in potter books? ..my thoughts were disrupted by a blak object..someone was giving it to me and saying "pass it on ..come on she wants to ask a qusestion"..i gave the person a blank stare..and passed the mike into oblivion..
"am ..from the department of computer science and engg" then recognition dawned!!!!!
the 'HALL' the people..thier tensed faces ..the person enveloped in white light ...the questions ..the proud claiming of belonging to our batch!!..yes i know now i know..and so will all those who read this blog and sat in those halls in the month of may...and early june...
and the music i was listenin to was A.R. rahmanz karoke hits ...there it was again in my ears..true music really transports!!
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
What happens when altruism invades economy ?
well am no economics geek here !..but yeah i do know the concept of dynamic equilibrium where every system after ceratin time 'stabilizes'
hmmm well the other day during lunch at can A ,this thought struck me!...the tv was running live reports on bird flu..and they said "now the non-vegetarians are turning thier tastes more towards geese and ducks and other such meat..as chickens for now are a definite no!"
i wondered so obviosly these other vendors will take advantage of what is known as the 'market situation or timing' and raise the prices of thier wares.So obviously the low income groups who survive on cut-throat expenses are gonna be deprived of thier share of meat.Well thats a 'event -cause ' relationship,now deem it that these vendors are being very greedy.They grab oppurtunities during a time when the nation is suffering a calamity?!!
So lets assume wat would happen in a utopia? the world filled with good samaritans and angels from heaven, well men would 'not' increase the prices ,infact these vendors would sell thier stuff at same or might be some real 'goody-goody' guy would even lower the prices!!
and wat happens if so.? the world becomes a better place to live? well on the contrary NO..we mess up things further!
who compensates for the losses that the nation suffers in chicken sales? how do we revive economy if all are being good and not helping the goverment revive ?
so ? is altruism a boon or doom to economy?
p.s- am not an economist , i jus luv it ..so ur critical comments are utmost welcome!
hmmm well the other day during lunch at can A ,this thought struck me!...the tv was running live reports on bird flu..and they said "now the non-vegetarians are turning thier tastes more towards geese and ducks and other such meat..as chickens for now are a definite no!"
i wondered so obviosly these other vendors will take advantage of what is known as the 'market situation or timing' and raise the prices of thier wares.So obviously the low income groups who survive on cut-throat expenses are gonna be deprived of thier share of meat.Well thats a 'event -cause ' relationship,now deem it that these vendors are being very greedy.They grab oppurtunities during a time when the nation is suffering a calamity?!!
So lets assume wat would happen in a utopia? the world filled with good samaritans and angels from heaven, well men would 'not' increase the prices ,infact these vendors would sell thier stuff at same or might be some real 'goody-goody' guy would even lower the prices!!
and wat happens if so.? the world becomes a better place to live? well on the contrary NO..we mess up things further!
who compensates for the losses that the nation suffers in chicken sales? how do we revive economy if all are being good and not helping the goverment revive ?
so ? is altruism a boon or doom to economy?
p.s- am not an economist , i jus luv it ..so ur critical comments are utmost welcome!
Who am I ???!!
As a 3 yr old kid when people asked me "so darling what do you wanna be when u grow up?" I used to look at them with an intrigued look and wonder " What should one be? arent we not already someone ,well teacher says am shivani i have a name, aint i alredy someone?" ,what else is there to be , rather than to just be?,well i guess at that time i jus fondled my dolls blonde hair and said "i want to be like barbie!" ,and the entire room would burst out laughing ,the roars would fill my ears and i would turn back to barbie and say"now what was that funny?",as i grew older and started entering the world of elders,you know the phase of growth when u start thinking "why is mom growing smaller?" I was asked the same question "so dear what do u wanna be ?" and i would look up from my note books and beam back at them thinking "well you cant laugh at me this time " and i woud promptly retort " a doctor" and my relatives would smile upon me with pride ,a dawning understanding and my aunt would murmur "i knew it ,it runs in the family" .While my dad would fervently argue that he never wants his daughter to be a doctor ,its always best to pursue engineering just like him and one of his elder brothers.Words would ring in my ears ,alphabets like IIT ,IIM seemed more common than the usaul words i was picking up at school.Dad often referred to them and i used to wonder what were these places ? some exotic place far far away which promised everythin? And then when the phase came where i said " Ma stop telling me things ..I know what to do!" ,well this point i had decided (or had i?) "well engineering it is for me ..am doing an MBA after this!" and i would diligently read papers ..huge buisness journals and ask dad doubts .I made him proud ,and still today i wonder if this is what i want?.Do humans de -evolve with time ,lifez a cycle i guess and i seem to sometimes become the same 3 yr old kid questioning the world around me . I would become a forest ranger rather but am i put up to that kind of a job?.For a person who has spent all her life in the material comforts of a concrete jungle ,will the savanahs offer peace?.I know it might all be a flop like how my barbie dream ended to be.(i never did grow up into that kinda blonde chic) .Am happy the way I am but yet restless ,and i guess one might never actually know what one wants,but with time as we grow people stop dreaming.It seems to be a task meant for kids ,no adult takes a fantasy flight ,to him/her fantasies are immature not something which a pragmatic person should do.But i believe in these wild dreams lies the real you and even if you can not live all your wild dreams atleast dont stop the mind on its flights of imagination.Dont deprive the mind of its soul.coz sometimes just being U is a tugh dream to fulfil.
cont ..
After the cups have been handed out , a kind of peace settles within, and I can see many familiar faces from our college runing up and down the station.but to me all this was not of any concern any longer , a hot cup of coffee in hand i sat down on the bench to slowly sip at this divine concotion.To me this was bliss...in the noise and disorder i strangey felt far away from all of this , a detached floating sensation.A breeze whipped across my face and the strong smell of caffine floated right into my nose, if this was not a divine feeling ,what was?! .Coffee does this to me , as it drains, down the warm gurgling liquid seems to surround me from within , a kind of bitter-sweet taste,And though each cup of coffee comes with a tinge of bitter taste ,It only but makes the coffee more stronger and leaves me refreshed.
My friends chitter chatted and i put in a view or two , mostly ending up in creating insurgencies and unrest within the group ;p.And in the middle of all the noise and clutter of the people.A sound would arise that would for a second -which seemed to last a aeon,make all the people stop and turn.The slow but determined and sturdy chugging of the approaching giant.The guest arrives in but stately honor and beholders would look up in awe at this engineering miracle.A shrill pitch which would be any opera singer's envy ,would tear into the night sky .And people would now prepare themselves as the warning siren has been sounded
After the cups have been handed out , a kind of peace settles within, and I can see many familiar faces from our college runing up and down the station.but to me all this was not of any concern any longer , a hot cup of coffee in hand i sat down on the bench to slowly sip at this divine concotion.To me this was bliss...in the noise and disorder i strangey felt far away from all of this , a detached floating sensation.A breeze whipped across my face and the strong smell of caffine floated right into my nose, if this was not a divine feeling ,what was?! .Coffee does this to me , as it drains, down the warm gurgling liquid seems to surround me from within , a kind of bitter-sweet taste,And though each cup of coffee comes with a tinge of bitter taste ,It only but makes the coffee more stronger and leaves me refreshed.
My friends chitter chatted and i put in a view or two , mostly ending up in creating insurgencies and unrest within the group ;p.And in the middle of all the noise and clutter of the people.A sound would arise that would for a second -which seemed to last a aeon,make all the people stop and turn.The slow but determined and sturdy chugging of the approaching giant.The guest arrives in but stately honor and beholders would look up in awe at this engineering miracle.A shrill pitch which would be any opera singer's envy ,would tear into the night sky .And people would now prepare themselves as the warning siren has been sounded
romanticism extended
cont..,
Her drawling was drowned in the pandemonium on the station. I quickly pulled the luggage away , and we precariously piled up the trunks and carry bags on top of each other.Well if that was a herculeian task what came up next was a even more daring job at hand, We had to protect them from those prowlers (or well they were supposed to be hoards of them swarming the station) . We took turns on circling it and now and then throwing a cautious eye on all the people walking around it.
My friend settled down on top of one of her back-packs ,"well ..what next",that was a standard rhetoric question from any one of the girls accompanying us.So as usual i said "any one in for any thing to drink, am going in for coffe?" ,and a volly of requests would suddenly pour in "hot choco","coffe","milk".After jingling our coins about and scrapping out all those last few notes tucked in the abyss of oue purses , we would set about our next mission..
Jumping over boxes, crates and cartons , looping and inter looping between the heavy crowds I would strain my neck to spot the wending machine,and there it would lay placid with a etheral bluish white emanating from its sturdy body.A exhausted man ,worn from the day's chores would merely nod his headas he pressed buttons in quick sucession,each whipping up different concotions all the time listening to other impatient passengers arguing about the amount of sugar or coffee or milk they wanted .
After few frantic minutes ,piping hot drinks would land up in front of us and we would have been any circus-performer's envy during this time as we expertly balanced those paper cups on our hands,.
Her drawling was drowned in the pandemonium on the station. I quickly pulled the luggage away , and we precariously piled up the trunks and carry bags on top of each other.Well if that was a herculeian task what came up next was a even more daring job at hand, We had to protect them from those prowlers (or well they were supposed to be hoards of them swarming the station) . We took turns on circling it and now and then throwing a cautious eye on all the people walking around it.
My friend settled down on top of one of her back-packs ,"well ..what next",that was a standard rhetoric question from any one of the girls accompanying us.So as usual i said "any one in for any thing to drink, am going in for coffe?" ,and a volly of requests would suddenly pour in "hot choco","coffe","milk".After jingling our coins about and scrapping out all those last few notes tucked in the abyss of oue purses , we would set about our next mission..
Jumping over boxes, crates and cartons , looping and inter looping between the heavy crowds I would strain my neck to spot the wending machine,and there it would lay placid with a etheral bluish white emanating from its sturdy body.A exhausted man ,worn from the day's chores would merely nod his headas he pressed buttons in quick sucession,each whipping up different concotions all the time listening to other impatient passengers arguing about the amount of sugar or coffee or milk they wanted .
After few frantic minutes ,piping hot drinks would land up in front of us and we would have been any circus-performer's envy during this time as we expertly balanced those paper cups on our hands,.
The most romantic of all that are on earth- Indian Trains
It was time again , I quicky rushed back from college to hostel ,my long due unwashed clothes were strewn across the room.The aftermath of examinations, the enitre place was a wreck.I pulled at my dusty suitcase unsettling a cockroach family in the process..quickly brushing away the creature (ooh no i dont mind havin a few creepy crawlies round the place ;P)
I stuffed all the clothes into my suitcase , screamed out across the corridors for my friends to get ready.It was time again for our train journeys...
After the usual shuffing-tugging-pulling-screaming ,We settled down onto the cab which would take us to the railway station.A flurry of emotions rose in each of our hearts,we were finally off to a place far away from the chaos of college life..but to me the more appealing idea was the fact of 'travelling in a train' to reach home.
The sounds and sights of the station has always fascinated me..when we managed to reach the station , we were at once thrown into a whole different world ,people everywhere occupying every single square inch of space ,suitcases hitiing against ur legs as you frantically try to pull your luggage up the stairs that lead you to the platform.
My friend cursed me for my heavy luggage "why do u carry soo much ..aargh .."
and i would grin back at her and say "i asked u to ask your boy -friend to drop us off he could have carried this for where are those valiant knights when u need them?!!"
she would glare back at me half way breaking into a smile and say "why wat happened to yours?! could have asked him ?" ,and we would begin our girlish woes of not having one.:D
meanwhile one of my more paritian friends would push both of us up the stairs and ask us to hurry up,when u manage to reach the platform ,a sense of expectation fills me ..
the "awaiting of the giant" ,..the train that would carry millions to thier destinies ,thier dreams,thier homes or for some others take them far away from where they belong.
The tracks were vibarating under the pressure of the incoming train.Over the sound we tried to listen to the a drawling voice announcing the train details
I stuffed all the clothes into my suitcase , screamed out across the corridors for my friends to get ready.It was time again for our train journeys...
After the usual shuffing-tugging-pulling-screaming ,We settled down onto the cab which would take us to the railway station.A flurry of emotions rose in each of our hearts,we were finally off to a place far away from the chaos of college life..but to me the more appealing idea was the fact of 'travelling in a train' to reach home.
The sounds and sights of the station has always fascinated me..when we managed to reach the station , we were at once thrown into a whole different world ,people everywhere occupying every single square inch of space ,suitcases hitiing against ur legs as you frantically try to pull your luggage up the stairs that lead you to the platform.
My friend cursed me for my heavy luggage "why do u carry soo much ..aargh .."
and i would grin back at her and say "i asked u to ask your boy -friend to drop us off he could have carried this for where are those valiant knights when u need them?!!"
she would glare back at me half way breaking into a smile and say "why wat happened to yours?! could have asked him ?" ,and we would begin our girlish woes of not having one.:D
meanwhile one of my more paritian friends would push both of us up the stairs and ask us to hurry up,when u manage to reach the platform ,a sense of expectation fills me ..
the "awaiting of the giant" ,..the train that would carry millions to thier destinies ,thier dreams,thier homes or for some others take them far away from where they belong.
The tracks were vibarating under the pressure of the incoming train.Over the sound we tried to listen to the a drawling voice announcing the train details
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