The Water Boy

I was sitting in Café, in Matunga, having a nice lunch. And I see the water boy again.

I have noticed this water boy, roaming around with a jug filled with water in his hands and an intense look in his eyes. He is so focussed and looks like a man on a mission(which he is). As he prowls across the tables, his only focus of attention are the glasses on the tables, all the other things: the food, the table, the people, all fading into oblivion. All that he wants to look at are the water glasses. And when he sees that all the glasses still contain water that are well above the secret threshold mark known only to him, he gloats with a sense of achievement of having maintained order in a rather chaotic world.

As soon as he notices a single glass, where the water level has gone down, all his senses are in full alert and he is pulled towards the glass as if the glasses can communicate with the 'water bearer' and automatically draw him to it. He then dutifully pours the water with a flair that has been perfected through countless repetitions, scaring the person sitting at the table into believing that the water is going to spill over, and at the very last microsecond, draws back the jug , leaving the the glass exactly filled to the brim, a stunt matched only by the 'Coffee mixing' style of the roadside chaiwala. He then smiles self contentedly and resumes his beat around the tables.

The waterboy does face some very trying moments. A case at hand would be when TPATT(the person at the table) stops him with a simple gesture of his hand. Now TPATT probably doesn't realise the damage that he has done. It is as if the waterboy has been hit by a water jug in the head. He is shaken, the earth which was a momoment ago under his feet having suddenly vanished,his very purpose destroyed and his very existence questioned. He then rallies himself, ready to tackle the situation. He roams around the vicinity of the table, never leaving the empty glass out of sight, sizing up the opponent and the odds stacked against him: the TPATT, the distance between himself and the glass, the amount of water required to reach the safety levels. He waits for the opportune moment and the instant TPATT looks the other way to speak to the waiter the waterboy strikes immediately. All it takes is another swing of the water jug and there, in a moment, the glass is filled and the waterboy saunters off trumphantly, like a hooded hero, who does not crave attention, but is satisfied by the peace and goodness that his acts have brought unto this world.

GTalk is here!

Finally, putting an end to all the speculations about a new product launch by Google this week, Google has Launched it's IM software, Google Talk. A superficial glance through the product leaves a lot to be desired. t is currently, by no means a match to it's contenders, viz., Yahoo! or MSN. But knowing Google, I am very much sure that they will come up with something more innovative to lure the users away from the competitors just as they did it with GMail.

I am doing my personal bit of help by inviting all those who i know to join GTalk.

Book List

I was looking for a way to add those booklist to my blog, and guess what? peristence pays. I have finally triumphed(can't believe i am actually gloating so much over this, but please don't rob me off my fifteen seconds of pure, unadulterated ego-boosting).Anyway, all i needed to do was go here, sign up for an account, add the books, get the java script code and put it into my template and voila! there is my booklist!

The Big Shout !

Surfing thru' the channels, i suddenly saw well dressed men and a woman in the midst of caocphony and mayhem. I assumed that it was a scene from the 'Diet', the Japanese parliament. Turns out it's just another episode of 'The Big Fight' in NDTV. It's been a while since i watched this programme, so i just settled down for some enjoyable debating.But i was thoroughly disappointed, not just the shouting and fighting(though i must admit that it made for some enjoyable viewing), but by the general degradation in the quality of the programme.

The topic of today's fight(?!) was "In this materialistic society of today, has socialism become Irrelevant?" and was fought about by Vijay Mallya, the Kingfisher Casanova, Atul Kumar Anjan, General Secy, CPI, and the other two, their names i cannot recollect, though I should mention that the woman had joined the fight via video conference from Chennai. The 'Fight' started off with Mallya giving 'The First Punch'(believe me, that's what they call it!)Then it slowly degenerated to what any debate ultimately circles down, to one question : Is capitalism better or communism good? and one reason for all the problems of this world: Big Bad Brother US.

It makes you wonder if these programmes are telecasted just to showcase the oratorical skills of the host, who apparently gets to talk most of the time and doesn't let the speakers complete a single sentence, armed with the bell which goes 'bing' as soon as the host realises that the speaker is starting to make sense.

I have decided, instead, to watch 'PKS'(being telecast in SUN TV, the old faithful) for a welcome change. Now here is a movie that is absolutely illogical, but i am thoroughly enjoying it. I guess i am suffering from PTSD

Lucky me

Today, I received a Laptop backpack from my bank. I had not participated in any contest, nor had i filled any kind of form. Moreover, i have this history of succesfully managing to screw up anything which has the element of luck attached to it. So you can imagine my surprise, when i get this parcel at my office. Looks like lady luck's smilling on me.

I am going right away to bet my money on the prancing princess in today's derby.

"In the beginning God created ..."

How to Begin?

The Greats have walked this path before me, leaving me spellbound and scared about one thing: How to begin? .Many might snicker, "what's in a beginning?", well, hold on to that thought right there, because beginning IS a big thing, especially for a guy like me who has nothing short of a malseizure and froths at the mouth at the mere thought of putting pen on paper(or finger on keyboard) and writing something meaningful.

Well, this blogmania (did i just a coin a new word?!) is such that it shook me out of this graphophobia and i decided to make my contibution to the already existing alphabetical gibberish in the cyberspace. But, then again I was once again stalked by the same problem. How to begin?

Deciding to write a blog was the easy part. But getting it actually done is really somethng (I salute all those who are doing a great bloggers who have laid out the path for us underdogs !). Coming back to my blog, i set out exploring to find out what bloggin was all about, what made it so popular that magazines have started printing articles from the blogs (which is what initially piqued my interest in blogs). I was expecting some kind of a chatroom where you have blogging rules where in you cannot call other person names, you have to respect others' opinions, or else you get chucked out of some moderator who keeps a watch (I often wonder what a lousy job this moderator has: To keenly watch at every conversation that transpires, no matter how boring between people, who are basically jobless and whom he/she doesn't even know or hasn't even seen, sheesh!! ).

What I found out was quite contrary. Blogging is easy. you just go there and type whatever it is that you think of and that's it. No rules , No moderator, Nobody to answer to. This is already sounding great! So, here I am blogging my fingers away, for whatever it's worth. It nothing, it has atleast solved one of my problems.

How to Begin?