6:15pm: The bus starts off from my workplace.
6:30pm: We join the tail of the never-ending traffic jam on hosur road (now all those who don’t use that road can stop feeling sorry for me. I’m used to it).
6:45pm: We are moving (I think) somewhere on hosur road.
7:00pm: We are still on hosur road.
7:15pm: Yippee... we just got off Hosur road. So... how much distance did we cover??? 6km. Ok... let's try and make it look long... we traveled 6000 m. wow!!!
Anyway... let’s carry on with the journey back home...
7:20pm: people start queuing up near the door to get off the bus... Lucky guys... they have finished with the bus journey...
7:25pm: the bus if getting empty, lots more people have reached their destinations.
7:30pm: we're at this traffic junction and some more people line up waiting for the bus to take a turn and stop so that they can get off the bus.
Now... this is where the actual content of this post starts... :)
The bus takes the turn and then, following tradition, stops bang in the middle of the road a little further away from the junction. The first guy getting off looks to avoid any passing vehicles and gets off. The next guy almost follows when this tempo which was behind the bus tries to overtake from the left and almost knocks off the guy. Seeing all this our bus driver, the oh so civilized guy, starts swearing to the tempo driver. Now... who is at fault? Is it the tempo driver for trying to use that available space to the left of the bus to go ahead? Or is it the bus driver for using his brains to stop in the middle of the road.
Well at that point of time... I was just amused at the way the bus driver was swearing to the tempo driver.
What is it that made the bus driver think that he was right and the tempo driver was wrong?? I think it's got to do with the sense of superiority. The bus driver thinks he is superior to the tempo driver so he cannot be wrong, the driver of a luxury bus feels superior to a BMTC bus driver coz he is not driving yet another of those regular busses... so on and so forth.
If superiority can make a person go blind to the mistakes he is making, then who is responsible to correct the mistakes this guy made which is the root cause in the first place?
The only place where there is total chaos
The sense of superiority
My Sketches...
I'm not all that good at pencil sketching but then... who is perfect ;)
Click on the images to see them in more detail.
My first sketch...I remember my dad had got this pencil sketches book for my younger sister... I was looking at all the sketches in it and came across this one. Something in me told me that i need to try my hand at sketching this (till date i only drew in my prac books). I started off after dinner and this being my first sketch i took a lot of time to finish it... but i didn't give up... simply because i saw that what i was sketching was quiet close to the original. I finally finished the sketch at 2 in the night and was really pleased with what i had accomplished.
I had seen this on the pencil box of one of my friends and wanted to sketch it. We were new to college then and I didn't have the guts to sketch in class. I took the box from my friend and told him that i would return it when i finished with the sketching. I really appreciate him for his patience... he didn't get his box back for the next 2 months but still didn't mind. :)No... i didn't take 2 months to sketch it... it took me 2 months to get into the mood to sketch it :P
I just love animated movies, cartoons, anything animated for that matter. Tarzan is one of my favorite animated movies. I've sketched quiet a lot of Tarzan... i had also reached a stage where i started sketching Tarzan on one of the walls in my room... but then... the mom factor came in and Tarzan had to be rubbed off the wall :(
Sketching this was quiet a task... getting to understand sun rays through clouds was fun. I still stare at the evening skies trying to master the way sun rays break through the clouds.Now don't think that I sketched this off my imagination... i'm not that good an artist yet.
One of my very first sketches.Got nothing much to say bout this sketch... i used to pick up anything i felt like sketching and would start off.
The one place where all us friends relate to. Every time we felt like going out of this urban rush and commotion we would ride down to this place... "the lake" as we call it. If you ask me which is my best sketch I'd say this one. Why? because I just love this place and also because i sketched this sitting at home (purely based out of how well i know the lake) and to tell you the truth... this is exactly how it is.
As i got older in college i became better in creative art than in studies.... this is one of the products of my precious time in class.
Achievers
Life… one word among the many others for which people do not have a definite answer. If you look up a dictionary for the meaning of life you will find a whole lot of entries which mean different things... I think this is quite strong a fact to prove that no one has agreed on one definition of life. Life is like this one super dish which is made using lots of ingredients (I’m just too obsessed with food so that explains why I chose to explain life with a dish :) ). One small ingredient of life is achievement. All through life you have to perform to achieve something you’ve always wanted and people who make it through the struggle are called Achievers.
“Achiever” according to me is one powerful motivator on its own. For example: we are always inspired by achievers and want to be like them or if we tell a person he is not an achiever and you will find a new zeal in him to outperform his competitors.
But is the motivation alone enough for anyone to become an achiever? I don’t think so. According to me there are two main things a person has to have if he wants to be an achiever. They are A Goal and most importantly Determination. And why do I think so… I don’t think achievement comes by you way when you walk on any random path of life… you need to know where you are heading. Having a goal is relatively easy compared to being determined to achieve it. You can consider determination as the fuel in your car when you are on a highway without a refill for miles to come. Almost every person you meet has a goal, but what separates achievers from the common beings is determination. Without a determination that lasts till you reach your goal is of no use coz you are then stranded in the middle of the highway without any fuel and to make things worse you are not sure of what to do (go back to where you came from or stay where you are hoping that someone will help you reach your destination someday).
There is no conclusion to this post... i've yet to figure that out.
Crazy mood again
everytime i look at my blog i feel like posting something more.
So eventhough i have nothing to tell you about... here's a post :P.
Now explain this mood of mine! :)
Happy... but why?
The eve of Independence Day was one of those days when I was all hale and hearty and was ready to try out anything that came my way. I don’t really know why I was in such a mood. I was just too happy (I think) about something. It was like one of those moods when I felt I had nothing to worry about, I had no problems in life and all my dreams (I don’t know which dreams too :P) were coming true. Du was surprised at my mood. I can't blame him... coz I was surprised too.
I don’t know if you have ever experienced such a thing but it feels really good to be in one of those moods.
Now someone help me out with this... Is there always a reason for a mood a person is in?
And if there is... then I am lost as usual :)
3 Days Apart
These are our options...
1) Consult these astrologers who have no clue of their own future and want to go around speaking about someone else’s days to come.
2) Get to meet that wise little parrot who picks a card depending on its mood. Well, if a parrot knows our future then why aren't they worshiped like Gods?
3) Get hold of a time machine which shows you your future. There are movies based on this theory: Minority Report and Pay Check are some of the many movies on this theme.
Now, I don't trust an astrologer (according to one such guy I was supposed to be something more like a looser); and a parrot doesn't look too convincing an option. The only option left out is a time machine which I think exist only in movies (and the saddest part is that these machines were destroyed in the movie itself :( otherwise I might just have considered getting hold of one haha). But then I still get to know what's in store for me at least a month in advance. And how is that... It’s because Du and I were born "3 Days Apart". I know I know... you think I’ve gone mad, but it’s true. Anything that has happened in our individual lives has sooner or later happened to the other. Be it goof ups in college, getting called to the princy's office for the stupidest of reasons, job offers, interview calls, what not. If something significant has happened in his life then you can be rest assured that it has happened in my life too not necessarily with the same magnitude though.
Still not convinced??? Ok let me tell you why I believe it...
If it happened once: no one including me would have looked at it seriously.
Twice: may be we could call it coincidence
Thrice: stunning coincidence
Anything beyond that: now that's where the count lies. Actually... we've lost count. :P
Ever since we noticed that our lives follow this so called "one month + or -" rule (which is I think 3 years old now) the belief in it has just grown simply because it has worked ever since. No matter how much we try to avoid the situation in which the other was (in cases when the end result has not been pleasant) we still face the same situation sooner or later (one month + or -).
I bet you are wondering why this post isn't called "one month + or -" or something on those lines... it's because we believe that all that has happened in our lives, one month + or -, is simply because we were born "3 Days Apart" :)
Now coming to who is "Du"... well, he's a buffalo brain :) , that's what i call him :P He's a really nice guy who patiently listens to whatever you have to say and then says "okkkkk..." (not always) before he says what he has to say :)
Cheers to our friendship!!!
Kickoff!
I've always wondered why people have this extra bit of emotion when they do or experience something for the first time, be it the first day at college or the first time they write a post for that matter. From my past experiences of "first times" I think there are either of two major emotions which tag along... either joy, when you've won a race for the first time ever and you are about to step on the podium (the thing you always dreamt of standing on), or fear, on that first day of attending college, the students of which have set high standards in ragging. :)
This being my first attempt at creating and managing my blog, I have this slight feeling of joy coz this is something new to me and I’ve been wanting to do this for quiet some time now but was pure lazy. I don’t really know what you guys are destined to read on visiting this page but one thing is for sure... don't come here with an expectation... coz there is total chaos on "My side of the fence".