The saga of my mobile...

In the past 3-4 days I almost lost my mobile twice... once in my shuttle and next on my way to home in an auto... but both the time I found it back thanx to my office mates... both the time I have this Bangalore roads to be blamed ...

The first time it probably fell from my pocket in the bus and I didn't mark it but was found by one of the TL (not of my project though) ... Sh ereturned it to me but was a bit rude... but as they say who cares as I got my mobile back..

The second time it was on the way to home in an auto ... but one of my senior team mate found it ... but not before I had returned back to office... neway hope to collect it from him tomorrow as I have a lot of calls to make....

In the second instance though I had lost all hope and was very depressed ... but I saw a temple on the way to office and prayed there ... Thank you GOD is all dat I can say ...

Neway my mobile is very dear to me thanx to all the memories attached to it.... I will not replace the same at any cost ... how can I forget all teh marathon talks all the SMS series all the fights that this mobile had been a part of...

Its nothing very funky or costly or wid ne latest multimedia facility as in todays market it costs sumwhere around Rs. 2500.00 and has lost all its colour...

As they say 'A tragedy has been averted'

But it has wot no other mobile in this world has... No other mobile ... I mean it

Thanks.......

Fountainhead

Of late I have been reading sum books…
This is the last book that I have completed. I came to know about this book thru one of my friend… So thought of buying it… The book is some 700 odd pages quiet a thick book and written in the smallest possible letter

But I bought the book thanks to all the good reviews that I had come across…

The book is by Ayn Rand…
And is one of the best book that I have ever come across…
Generally I tend to forget the characters of the book by the time I finish the book… But this book has made an exception… (Howard Roark, Domnique Francon, Elsworth Toohey, Peter Kating, Gail Wynand all characters) ….

But u must be still wondering wot this book is all about…

This book is a philosophical masterpiece written in 1946 but one wud never find it alien to the present 21st Century….

The book hails Individualism and criticizes Collectivism…
Surprised… Might be …

This book gives us an insight into how powerful a man’s ego can be and how it can serve him … how a man of ego fights his battle … the power to be not affected by nething in this world… nething other than ur ego… the power to judge urself casue one can never lie to self … to the world one may present himself with a mask but when it comes to the self u cannot deceive one’s self.

We all the time are surrounded by a layer of pseudo ego but this book envisages what ego is actually all about… I wont give a detailed insight into the deep philosophy behind the main character because to understand it one needs to read the complete book…

This book cannot be a must read for all because there is nothing ‘mirch masala’ in this story… so the only thing that can bind you till the end is the philosophy and the book is all about it..

I generally love those books or movies where I can put myself into the shoes of the protagonist… This book had that…

And apart from the underlying philosophy there is also a love story in the novel…I hadn’t cum across a love story more passionate and more energetic than this one ( no mirch masala, as I said earlier)…

Ya for many of you philosophy might be a bore , but I hav always loved philosophy and emotion… so who cares…

I am at my hometown…
Its almost after 4 and half months dat I am back at this beautiful city…
The train was late by 16 hrs thanks to the downpour in South India…
The first few days was dedicated to all my friends… My greatest asset…
It was gud to be back to spend some time with them…

But the moment I reached Bhubaneswar, and I passed thru all those places that I had been with my friends, I got very weak, emotionally very weak… I cud not gather ne strength to have my eyes on those places where we used to hangout…. Before I arrived Bhubaneswar, I had planned like I wud be visiting all those places… but never knew that those place wud make me so weak and depressed… Many a time I feel like crying…
But I have made it a point to not to visit the places unless and until its necessary and urgent…
Yes I know I am escaping and running away but cant help it…

The place has been hunting like nething… Its making me restless and forces me to think of the future that lies ahead… more lonely and at the same time more scary…

Not only the places even my computer is scary now…
All those project folders and things of those sort… I just cant go into them and have a look at them…
My college days had always been the best days of my life… Never knew it wud tax me in the days to come…
I just want to go back to Bangalore, yes to that hell of a place rather than staying here and falling prey to all those memories….

Don’t know whether I wud be able to gather ne strength to come back to this place…

I miss u………………………………………… Miss u a lot ......

Hey y cant we all stay together… Y union is always followed by a separation… why why why

May be this is what they call life but why why why… I hate life if this is what it is called