I had a good day at the office and I was about to leave at 6(I know that you people will be grudging at me), and all of a sudden I had a call scheduled with my onsite co-ordinator at 7.00 PM. With all regrets, I kept my bag aside and waited for the call. It lasted just 20 minutes and I was free. I started of from the office at 7.30 PM. Usually it takes around half-an-hour to reach my home. Let me tell you, the route I take to my home isn’t traffic-prone and you can enjoy your ride. I had traveled half the way and I took my speed levels above 60 in Pulsar(pretty normal speed). The road was bumpy, but still I managed to hold on to my speed.
All of a sudden, my bike’s light fell on a cycle carrying an old man. He crossed the road from the opposite side and my engine was bursting in full throttle. I was about to crash in the middle of his vehicle, but I twisted my bike, made use of the disk and tried the maximum to avoid a clash. The next second, my bike hit the front wheel of his vehicle. Imagine a clash between a pulsar and a cycle. It doesn’t sound good and didn’t feel good thou. The aftermath of the accident was much more on him. He was thrown to the other end of the road. Pulsar has the advantage of having one of the best disk brakes in the industry. When I applied them, they turned against me. Sand was sprayed all over the road and my disc braking backfired. After the clash, I skidded through falling to my right. This was my first major accident. I was aware of it soon, and I hand started shivering. I started shouting on the victim directly.
I personally don’t like in having street fights, but I was so furious that day, I felt the need to be involved in an argument. The cycle rim was so badly hurt that its shape resembled the number 8. I was happy to see that the person was pretty lightly hurt. He started demanding money from me for the accident. I was waiting for this moment for a pretty long time. It pretty dull working in office. Everyone here tries to be the nice guy. No arguments, no fights, I missed all those badly. At last, I had a chance and I grabbed it with both hands. We had a fight in the road for at least one hour. I was in the act convincing him totally. I showed the direction from were I came, and asked him how far he can see a vehicle. He said 2 KM. The fish fell into the trap. I started asking him, why he didn’t spot my vehicle. I even asked him “Where is the dynamo in your cycle, If there is no light, how can I spot your vehicle”. He was a mild person, and after sometime realizing his mistake, he started asking me some money to repair his front wheel and also said that he is poor. He was an FSG staff, probably a clerk. I said that I will share half the burden. We took the damaged vehicle to a shop nearby and found out that it will cost him 200 Rs. I opened my purse to give my share of 100. Unsurprisingly, I had only 60 in my wallet. I gave him my number and promised him that I will give him the rest of the amount, and I did so. I am carrying few bruises even now. What I learned was that even 60KMPH is dangerous.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Reigniting my passion…….
Hi guyz,
Itz good to write a blog after a small break. If you ask me to pick one thing that ignites my passion time and again for the past 15 years, Itz “CRICKET”. It’s a gentleman’s game and I have played it that way. During my college days, I was nicknamed “INZY” of my department team, for the way I play (J). I belong to the breed that is fast deteriorating; I belong to the breed of people who would love to spend huge time in the middle. Had you studied beside me or played against me, you would be able to associate with what I have said above. Let me recall some of the most fortunate and unfortunate moments in my cricketing life. I can guarantee you that it would be fun to read as it is not a completely self-indulged story.
I was 16 then and we used to play cricket in our street between 4.30 PM and 5.30 PM. I was a famous allrounder and captained my street team. There used be a fight like who has hit the longest six and I was ready to broke a record set by my friend. It was an over-pitched ball and was righty punished by the MRF willow that I was holding. Eventhough crowned as the longest six, I had my discomfort there. I broke the doom in the balcony of a house. The next second everyone vanished. The next day, I was called by that house owner. When I was just about to apologize, the house owner said “I know that you are such a nice guy and I am sure that you shouldn’t have broken my doom. Please tell me who did this”. I replied “maam, I had fever yesterday…….”
The whole set of EEE 2006 passout in PSG tech would be proud to say that they have played the highest amount of cricket in the college, and I belonged to them. We used to play in the mornings (6 to 8) and then again in the evenings(4 to 7). I was the person in-charge to get everyone ready to the field. Irrespective of whatever happened, I used to get my team on the field. I was even cursed with the phrase “ivan vidave mattanada”. I relished it. We had a very tough match against ECE department, where, we were chaing 85 (not sure). Me and senthimurugan were going pretty well against a tough opponent. We batted together for 12 overs and the match was virtually over when 12 runs required from 5 overs. I was worn out and played a really lose shot and fell over. We have 5 wickets and we lost them for just 7 runs. You cannot hide your feelings when you lose just to see that all the hardwork you have put in goes down into the dust. I pity tendulkar here….
Two months back, I was playing a match with TCS guyz. I came into the crease at a comfortable position and just 20 runs were required in 4 overs. There was this one bowler who had an action resembling kyle mills. You can simply call it as chucking. I was very angrying and I thought shud go after him. I faced the last over and 2 runs were required of 4 balls. He bowled a slightly over pitched delivery and I just made a firm push towards long off. It was just the flash of the blade and the ball went miles up in the air. It was my highest six ever. I know that it would be highly insane to hit a six wen just two runs were required of 4 balls, but that’s wat aggression is all about. One of my friends came to me and said he was awe struck by the elegance of that shot. Every batsman reading this shud be knowing the amount of joy such a comment brings in.
Two days back, I played a sixers trophy in PSG college of technology. Our team named “J.P” batted first and I was the opening batsmen. The first three balls I faced went for three sixes, and I started thinking of scoring 6 sixes. The next three ended up as dot balls. I finished as the highest scorer of my team (40 not out) and we scored a respectable total of 101. Bowlers started miserable and half the runs were scored in the first two overs. The impact was so high that even though the rest of the overs were bowled pretty well, we couldn’t turn our face away from defeat. The last over needed just 5 overs and aravind had the ball. He came in steaming to bowlthe first ball that landed near his own foot. It was such an embarrassing moment and I scolded him with such words that could not be listed here. But, ara staged the dramatic comeback, he took three wickets in the next 5 balls and also survived two free hits due for the two noballs he bowled. Match was down to the wire. 1 run required of the last ball. A short of the length delivery was bowled. Batsmen went for the pull, but miscued it straight to long on, I cant believe it. The fielder there spilled the catch. I was pretty disappointed but this incident reminded me of mibah ul haq.
I think that this is a pretty huge blog. Hope u guyz enjoyed reading it. Will be back soon.
Dislaimer: All statistical figures are unreliable and if anyone has any problems with it, we can deal it in person
Itz good to write a blog after a small break. If you ask me to pick one thing that ignites my passion time and again for the past 15 years, Itz “CRICKET”. It’s a gentleman’s game and I have played it that way. During my college days, I was nicknamed “INZY” of my department team, for the way I play (J). I belong to the breed that is fast deteriorating; I belong to the breed of people who would love to spend huge time in the middle. Had you studied beside me or played against me, you would be able to associate with what I have said above. Let me recall some of the most fortunate and unfortunate moments in my cricketing life. I can guarantee you that it would be fun to read as it is not a completely self-indulged story.
I was 16 then and we used to play cricket in our street between 4.30 PM and 5.30 PM. I was a famous allrounder and captained my street team. There used be a fight like who has hit the longest six and I was ready to broke a record set by my friend. It was an over-pitched ball and was righty punished by the MRF willow that I was holding. Eventhough crowned as the longest six, I had my discomfort there. I broke the doom in the balcony of a house. The next second everyone vanished. The next day, I was called by that house owner. When I was just about to apologize, the house owner said “I know that you are such a nice guy and I am sure that you shouldn’t have broken my doom. Please tell me who did this”. I replied “maam, I had fever yesterday…….”
The whole set of EEE 2006 passout in PSG tech would be proud to say that they have played the highest amount of cricket in the college, and I belonged to them. We used to play in the mornings (6 to 8) and then again in the evenings(4 to 7). I was the person in-charge to get everyone ready to the field. Irrespective of whatever happened, I used to get my team on the field. I was even cursed with the phrase “ivan vidave mattanada”. I relished it. We had a very tough match against ECE department, where, we were chaing 85 (not sure). Me and senthimurugan were going pretty well against a tough opponent. We batted together for 12 overs and the match was virtually over when 12 runs required from 5 overs. I was worn out and played a really lose shot and fell over. We have 5 wickets and we lost them for just 7 runs. You cannot hide your feelings when you lose just to see that all the hardwork you have put in goes down into the dust. I pity tendulkar here….
Two months back, I was playing a match with TCS guyz. I came into the crease at a comfortable position and just 20 runs were required in 4 overs. There was this one bowler who had an action resembling kyle mills. You can simply call it as chucking. I was very angrying and I thought shud go after him. I faced the last over and 2 runs were required of 4 balls. He bowled a slightly over pitched delivery and I just made a firm push towards long off. It was just the flash of the blade and the ball went miles up in the air. It was my highest six ever. I know that it would be highly insane to hit a six wen just two runs were required of 4 balls, but that’s wat aggression is all about. One of my friends came to me and said he was awe struck by the elegance of that shot. Every batsman reading this shud be knowing the amount of joy such a comment brings in.
Two days back, I played a sixers trophy in PSG college of technology. Our team named “J.P” batted first and I was the opening batsmen. The first three balls I faced went for three sixes, and I started thinking of scoring 6 sixes. The next three ended up as dot balls. I finished as the highest scorer of my team (40 not out) and we scored a respectable total of 101. Bowlers started miserable and half the runs were scored in the first two overs. The impact was so high that even though the rest of the overs were bowled pretty well, we couldn’t turn our face away from defeat. The last over needed just 5 overs and aravind had the ball. He came in steaming to bowlthe first ball that landed near his own foot. It was such an embarrassing moment and I scolded him with such words that could not be listed here. But, ara staged the dramatic comeback, he took three wickets in the next 5 balls and also survived two free hits due for the two noballs he bowled. Match was down to the wire. 1 run required of the last ball. A short of the length delivery was bowled. Batsmen went for the pull, but miscued it straight to long on, I cant believe it. The fielder there spilled the catch. I was pretty disappointed but this incident reminded me of mibah ul haq.
I think that this is a pretty huge blog. Hope u guyz enjoyed reading it. Will be back soon.
Dislaimer: All statistical figures are unreliable and if anyone has any problems with it, we can deal it in person
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Apolitical
Dreams – a word that captures imagination and pushes us to the verge of victory. Let me start of with this simple question. How many of you have dreamt of reforming India?
It all started with this incident – An incident that reminds me of a vadivelu joke. I was standing in a queue to get kerosene from ration house. It was fine sunny day that made me sweat. Just when I was about to get my share, a fight started. The person in-charge had cheated people by filling the bottom of the can with a solid block. What made him do such a nasty thing? What is he going to do with the money gained by such fraudulent behavior? Is he not paid for his work? Is there a way to change all this?
I have a good old reminiscent memory of my college days. I had to cross a highly congestive road daily. My college administration was thinking of building a foot-over-bridge for the past 10 years. Death is an incident that reminds you of the pain one has to go through. A pretty rough accident occurred while crossing the road and sadly, a student passed way. Come two days, there was alternative arrangement in place. Any guesses, the person who died was son of an MLA ( I am not speaking ill-will here). This made me think, this made me fear, that, politics is the only way to change things around.
A few problems that we tolerate:
We don’t have good roads despite paying road tax
When there is a power cut in US for an hour, it becomes LA Crisis, but, there are frequent power cuts here.
Our Traffic Signals don’t work when a politician is passing through and we people suffer one or two hours in the infamous Mount Road, Sarcastically, it is the same person who came begging for our votes two months back.
How many of walk slowly and go dumbfounded when some Policeman watches you and enquires your name? It’s an irony that the person is in place to protect and not threaten you.
Many of you people should have had group discussions in colleges. Do you remember any topic you discussed? Let me remind some: Corruption, reforming educational system, 33% reservation for women and globalization. Have you ever noticed that any problem that you discuss or think about points either to you or the politician. 99% of us think that today politicians are crappy and Indian system needs a change. To put it in an IITian view “Politics need to be refurbished to prevent Economic in-stabilization”.
The last state election in TN made me realize a few facts. People voted for DMK, as they announced that they will provide a TV for every house. A basic question is he giving alms to us. Who needs it? Has anyone who ruled TN ever thought of improving the basic education system that is below par compared to modern standards. The answer is a big no. Think of it, the politician wants us to keep in dark evading our right to know about politics and this world.
We know all this; still we are afraid of politics. We don’t want to get into it as it doesn’t provide us career options. We will marry, have two kids, read newspapers daily, complain about the processes taking place in India, and remain apolitical always.
Karthik Chandrasekar
"Every man dies...Not every man really lives"
It all started with this incident – An incident that reminds me of a vadivelu joke. I was standing in a queue to get kerosene from ration house. It was fine sunny day that made me sweat. Just when I was about to get my share, a fight started. The person in-charge had cheated people by filling the bottom of the can with a solid block. What made him do such a nasty thing? What is he going to do with the money gained by such fraudulent behavior? Is he not paid for his work? Is there a way to change all this?
I have a good old reminiscent memory of my college days. I had to cross a highly congestive road daily. My college administration was thinking of building a foot-over-bridge for the past 10 years. Death is an incident that reminds you of the pain one has to go through. A pretty rough accident occurred while crossing the road and sadly, a student passed way. Come two days, there was alternative arrangement in place. Any guesses, the person who died was son of an MLA ( I am not speaking ill-will here). This made me think, this made me fear, that, politics is the only way to change things around.
A few problems that we tolerate:
We don’t have good roads despite paying road tax
When there is a power cut in US for an hour, it becomes LA Crisis, but, there are frequent power cuts here.
Our Traffic Signals don’t work when a politician is passing through and we people suffer one or two hours in the infamous Mount Road, Sarcastically, it is the same person who came begging for our votes two months back.
How many of walk slowly and go dumbfounded when some Policeman watches you and enquires your name? It’s an irony that the person is in place to protect and not threaten you.
Many of you people should have had group discussions in colleges. Do you remember any topic you discussed? Let me remind some: Corruption, reforming educational system, 33% reservation for women and globalization. Have you ever noticed that any problem that you discuss or think about points either to you or the politician. 99% of us think that today politicians are crappy and Indian system needs a change. To put it in an IITian view “Politics need to be refurbished to prevent Economic in-stabilization”.
The last state election in TN made me realize a few facts. People voted for DMK, as they announced that they will provide a TV for every house. A basic question is he giving alms to us. Who needs it? Has anyone who ruled TN ever thought of improving the basic education system that is below par compared to modern standards. The answer is a big no. Think of it, the politician wants us to keep in dark evading our right to know about politics and this world.
We know all this; still we are afraid of politics. We don’t want to get into it as it doesn’t provide us career options. We will marry, have two kids, read newspapers daily, complain about the processes taking place in India, and remain apolitical always.
Karthik Chandrasekar
"Every man dies...Not every man really lives"
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Are we trading ourselves?
There is more than just one good news in the store for India. Wal-mart has joined hands with Bharti enterprises and has decided to cash in on the Indian market. We have Ford, Hyundai and many other foreign companies dominating the Indian automobile market. Renault is joining hands with Mahindra and will launch it production pad soon.
I just got a TV last week. I had thought of many models, but finally narrowed down to two: Onida poison and Samsung plano. The retailer said a single line that made me finalize on model “Samsung is korean, Onida is Indian. Just think which one will be better”. As all people do, I bought Samsung.
Just then this hunger feeling struck me. Am I trading myself for foreign products. We have been buying products of companies that are mainly MNC’s. Some may argue that these companies have the production plant here and they are employing Indians. In thinking so we lose out a main objective. We are used as a tool to manufacture there products. We are used to fill the treasury of foreign countries.
People still believe Indians are good workers. Does this mean that we are very good slaves? Do we have the managerial capabilities? India has become a hot cake to almost all the companies that are listed in the fortune 500. How many of us have dreamt of leading a company?
Let us do a simple analysis of how this situation arose. We had a lot of kings and many of our people were in administration work. Once the British entered, and commanded us, many of us didn’t have the right to stand back, which lead to slavery. This situation could have been overcome if we had fought our freedom. We didn’t do that, we begged for it. At last, after utilizing every resource in India, they “gave” us freedom. Many people in India don’t realize the power of freedom and patriotism.
This has lead to our government allowing globalization in all forms. Indian products are dying slowly. Many Indian companies such as gold spot are only in paper now. Companies such as thumbs up and 7 up couldn’t just be in the race with the Coke and Pepsi, eventually, losing out to them.
Already ambassador and Maruti are becoming rare breeds. Going down the lane, I think we will have to see them only in museums. Introduction of Wal-mart will slither the throat of many retailers in India. The day will not be long when India becomes a mix of American and European. We are literally trading ourselves.
I just got a TV last week. I had thought of many models, but finally narrowed down to two: Onida poison and Samsung plano. The retailer said a single line that made me finalize on model “Samsung is korean, Onida is Indian. Just think which one will be better”. As all people do, I bought Samsung.
Just then this hunger feeling struck me. Am I trading myself for foreign products. We have been buying products of companies that are mainly MNC’s. Some may argue that these companies have the production plant here and they are employing Indians. In thinking so we lose out a main objective. We are used as a tool to manufacture there products. We are used to fill the treasury of foreign countries.
People still believe Indians are good workers. Does this mean that we are very good slaves? Do we have the managerial capabilities? India has become a hot cake to almost all the companies that are listed in the fortune 500. How many of us have dreamt of leading a company?
Let us do a simple analysis of how this situation arose. We had a lot of kings and many of our people were in administration work. Once the British entered, and commanded us, many of us didn’t have the right to stand back, which lead to slavery. This situation could have been overcome if we had fought our freedom. We didn’t do that, we begged for it. At last, after utilizing every resource in India, they “gave” us freedom. Many people in India don’t realize the power of freedom and patriotism.
This has lead to our government allowing globalization in all forms. Indian products are dying slowly. Many Indian companies such as gold spot are only in paper now. Companies such as thumbs up and 7 up couldn’t just be in the race with the Coke and Pepsi, eventually, losing out to them.
Already ambassador and Maruti are becoming rare breeds. Going down the lane, I think we will have to see them only in museums. Introduction of Wal-mart will slither the throat of many retailers in India. The day will not be long when India becomes a mix of American and European. We are literally trading ourselves.
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