Everyday:- Life in every way !!

Almost missed the birthday celebration of one of my most special friends of recent times. 16 th March, Paro.

Thanks to Poly.

Thank god it was a holiday, a perfectly timed south indian festival. Just when it seemed that India is no longer a country of festivals and holidays for the corporate world, 'Ugadhi' as celebrated in Andhra and Karnataka, and 'Gudi Padwa' as in Maharastra came to rescue.

Correct my geography if i am wrong, guys.

So, woke up late with a cancelled plan of picnic, due to lack of enthusiasm from the majority of our group. Plan finally changed to a shopping visit to Mysore city. To tell you frankly i had no idea about the speciality of the day as i was buzzed by Poly with this information.

The plan of visit to city was overridden by a heavy lunch at the famous dhaba 'Jai Mata Di' just outside infy campus. Oh sorry, it was the other one, a bit less famous, but a lot better food and much hot environment.

Cake was ordered, public informed, obviously Paro had no clue about this on her otherwise boring day (as she admitted after that).

No wild celebrations, but a decent one, and not to forget the part of Abhishek, who made all of us laugh to our fullest. I realised that i haven't laughed so much in a long time.
There was Abhishek, Debi, Prantar, Rishi, Arijit, Payal, Nitul, Ismail(my infy colleague), myself and ofcourse the birthday girl Paro.
We had a nice time.

And them i realised something, how i took most of my very very special persons in my life so casually. In other words, took them for granted. I always had a very distinct nature of doing things in a very animated way and on a grand scale. I love grand celebrations, normal things are for everyone, not for me. I dont remember celebrating Arun's Birthday or Shakti's B day in any memorable way.

Yup, i remember one. But that is something i have been advised to keep mum on matters related to that person.

I shared this with Paro, with Shakti, with Arun. And i said sorry. I know that to my capacity i could have made this day memorable which i wanted but couldn't do so in this case.

Guys, i haven't lost faith and i an determined to make ammends for such mistakes and for a start, chatted with Mom for over 30 minutes(might seem very natural to most of you (not to those who know me), but this duration crosses the cumulative sum of the duration i had over phone with her since coming here). And i can feel the difference within myself and more importantly inside my mom.

Life everyday has to teach so much, 3 days and i can now design my own web page and with sufficient functionality, but that's not what i meant here. There are so many things happening all around us, teaching us new ways of living life, new ways of looking at life.


Off oh ! Saala bahut philosophy ho gaya ! Hamesha kh tarah !!

Bear with of guys, and share your part of stories.:-) i am sure you would be having so many things to share.

With lots and lots of love,
saurav.

More picnic pictures !!

Enjoy some pictures of the picnic, for details refer to older blogs...

Hey all !

Just a few pics, i know the resolution is not good,

Programming on a HOLIday !

Program 1.

#include
#include
void main()
{
int colour;
clrscr()
if (date==1)
printf("hapy holi");
else
printf("advance hpy holi")
getch( )
}

Cmpilatn Error(2).

1.Undefined variable 'date'.
2.Holi does nt exist at infosys.

Program 2.

#include
#include
#include
void main()
{
int colour;
int date;
clrscr()
if (date==1)
printf("hapy holi");
else
{
printf("advance hpy holi");
}
printf("wish you all a very happy Holi");
getch( );
}


Regards,
saurav.

Falling in love with the game again

The affair with my first love sparked once again on the valentine's day this year.

Cricket at its best. Number one team fighting against the number two. Passion and skills equally matched.

In my view, today's victory over the South Africa would be recorded as one of the greatest ever test victories of not only the Indian National Team but also in the cricketing history. Obviously the victory on the same venue against the Aussies was much above this one but , the fact remains the same that this would go very far in the minds of cricket freaks all across the country.
The importance increases all the more because of the impending danger of the extiction of the support for this form of the game. The crowd at the eden were the real winners, for their enthusiasm proved to be one of the decisive factors of the match.
One more important point that i think made this occasion special, and that being the need of such a performance from our national team to keep the interest of our generation into the game. With age and maturity we tend to loose focus over such seemingly trivial matters such as sports and our interest dies down. Being a big cricket fan myself, i was beginning to feel the pinch of keeping up the support to a cricketing nation whose wins seems to be luck by chance, but thats all history now.

For those who follow the game, the way South Africa executed their plans at Nagpur was mind blowing. Indians were completely taken aback. The crown of being the numero uno was at stake and yet they played into their hands like a novice. But the real character of the game became evident from the comeback at the Mecca of Indian cricket that is eden.

Congratulations to the Indian Cricket Team for such a wonderful feat, and to all cricket lovers across the globe for such an absorbing game.

An evening to remember !!

Spent an evening with children at Karunya Mane, a shelter cum orphanage at Mysore, courtesy SOFTEN (Social Forum To Enable Needy,INFOSYS).

I went to a nearby worship place the other Sunday and i can relate to the calmness i had on both these occasions.
The children were so innocent, so sweet and the language was never a barrier between us as i was speculating. The place is being kept up by a foreigner and she is doing a good job.
As i signed on the register as a 'volunteer' behind 3 other Infosions, i had a very little idea of what to expect once inside. But they never seemed like strangers to me, or rather me to them. Believe me you don't need language translators to talk to them, to understand what they meant. So much of mathematics questions, with which it started but as i sat on floor with them they were all over me. I sketched some of the funniest drawings i ever did, some matched to the standards of being recognizable. The mountains and the rivers and the balls and the fishes the ducks and houses, i was a M.F.Hussain in making...

As a child how everything seems to be so simple, how a child acts to get attention or to get what they want. I have read about this so many times, was very small to observe my own, but to see it happening so closely was a marvellous feat.

Mind you, don't interpret from my blog posts that life here is a cake walk. Nope. Its nowhere even close to it. Its a tough nut to crack, but moments like this are very rejuvenating. Of course for others stay tuned to my posts here.
But to feel for some who are not as fortunate as ourselves, who have issues sorting out methods to manage a meal, i owe this to INFOSYS TECHNOLOGIES LIMITED for this opportunity to walk the talk i used to do.

Some names i remember were Lata, tanmoy, arvinda, ... And i am looking forward to meet them again.


Status : peaceful

IF

IF

Rudyard Kipling


IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!