Randomly Accessed Memory...

I am struggling so hard for topics. I don’t want to write about movies as none of the recent movies has caught my attention or would inspire me to start typing, I want to write on Sachin Tendulkar, but that will have to wait as I am not done with research for it yet. I also want to write on how hollow the IT world is. But that needs more research than Sachin’s topic. When the present and future look so blurry it’s best to fall back on the past. So let me slip back in time and relive some moments from school. These memories are from a place called Mancherial in Andhra Pradesh. I spent 6 wonderful years there. I’ve extracted this from one of my posts on Orkut and edited it.

1.My first day at old school......Mary sister introduced me to the class (Std 5) saying I’ll b joining from the next day......my best friend in school Deepak shook my hand over excitedly....I really didn't like him at that moment!

2. Our school day performances....I was in a skit where I played Mr. Twiddle, the forgetful husband and a disco dance on Hassan Jahangir’s song “booba booba”. Annie sister was the principal then. She liked me a lot!

3. Cycling to school from home in a gang......everybody had a straight handle cycle while I had a BSA-SLR. I sold that and bought a street-cat. I was so happy.

4. A new girl joined our class in standard 7th.....she gave me a Bruce-Lee sticker.....so many guys had a crush on her.

5. Our dance performances on feast days.

6. Having lunch on the stage.....passing our dabbas from here and there.....my usual targets were guys who brought egg related dishes.

7. Our band practice.......till this day I regret for choosing those cymbals....they looked so cool initially but it was not much fun. I wanted to be a drummer.......but all positions were filled.

8. Sherly miss....our beautiful class teacher in Std 7. Is it wrong to have a crush on your teacher?

9. Watching the movie Terminator-2 at Laxmi talkies. For the next 2 days I was impersonating the “mercury man”....I used to walk, run etc like him.

10. Holi, Diwali n Annapurna (food festival) functions at the colony club.....awesome fun!

11. Cricket near my home.....we were so competitive.......a lot of matches with the other section in school....but somehow my talent was never recognized.

12. Our badminton sessions.....me and Deepak were damn good.....but fate had me and another guy as partners winning the rotary club competition. Our name appeared in the newspapers the next day.

These memories are what Brand experts call “top of the mind recalls”. Maybe sometime later I’ll write a sequel to this.
Time to go and create more such moments……….

The longest journey..............

I’ve recently changed jobs and have joined one of the major IT giants in the world. I was so happy that I was joining an “MNC” and how good life would be from here on. Well I am not complaining as this company has the best facilities any employee could ask for. It has a huge and impressively landscaped campus, comfy work timings, eating options galore, well equipped gym, the best transport facility in the industry etc.

But all these do not make a company. A company is recognized by the people it has and the personality they portray. This is where I’ve been a bit disappointed and disturbed.
I’ve been traveling by the company provided transport for over a month now. It’s a mid size bus we board from our respective pick up points. I guess when it’s full we are around 40 people who take the same bus everyday. The bus seems to be such a dull and dead place. No body speaks to the person sitting next to him / her. It’s a like a silent rule “people who board this bus do not speak to your co-passengers”. Forget guys speaking to the females, guys don’t speak to guys sitting next to them. And one of the very old postulates that two females within close proximity cannot survive without speaking to each other can be seen blown to smithereens in our bus. Initially I was of the opinion that as I was new I was missing out. But I’ve noticed people traveling in the same bus for years also have the same problem or are the problem themselves. To better the situation I started the conversation on a few occasions, which is so unlike me, but the results were not very encouraging. People seem to be so engrossed in their own thoughts that they’ve no room for others.

We are supposed to be living in the age of information and communication and I’ve encountered such a lack of it. One of the rushes of a yet to be released Hindi movie has the tag line, “the longest journey is the distance between two people”. I find it so true right now.