Mumbai 26/11 - the nightmare ends, finally!

It has been almost 60 hours since this nightmare began and finally, it is over. Yes, the “cat-and-mouse” game has finally ended with the terrorists infecting the Taj Hotel being taken down by the Army, the National Security Guard(NSG) and the Navy Commandos, but only after a prolonged ordeal in which the “mice” caused severe damage, and in more than one way. People across the globe have been exposed to a face of terrorism not seen ever before, anywhere in the world, and I feel this event would have made people to sit up and think about the kind of situations they might find themselves trapped in. For this problem is prevalent globally and is a threat to each and everyone equally, whatever country or place one may be in. It is just an example of how terrorism is affecting countries, targeting people from all nationalities, communities or races equally. It also goes to warn us that if we fail to take active steps towards not just curbing but also eliminating terrorism completely, we can fall victims to similar events again, maybe even in worse forms.

This incident has left a deep impact not just on the people in India, but on those in countries across the globe. This episode showcased that given the state of things, people cannot feel safe anywhere, outside on the street and nor in their homes. The false sense of security we have all been accustomed to has been shaken. This event has raised several questions and has also led people to think of the possible threats one is exposed to each day, leave apart the worries of arranging 2 square meals a day, access to proper medical facilities and potable drinking water. People across the nation will have to get together and initiate change in our society, in our thought process and in the way we lead our life, every single day.Only when we are more aware and more conscious of our duties towards each other and towards the community will we be able to rebuild this lost faith.

We should take cue from this Indian version of America’s 9/11 which shook the very psyche of individuals across the globe and take prompt action against such acts and against people propagating or supporting such activities. We need to have a centralized agency capable of not just resolving such issues but one that has the power to preemptively work towards eliminating terrorism completely from the face of this planet. We need to have the Counter-Terrorism Implementation Task Force (CTITF) of the United Nations to take a higher role in mobilizing forces of all countries and working towards identifying possible threats and eliminating groups indulging in or facilitating the development of such factions. It would also need to work towards recognizing channels which fund such activities and take actions to sever and subsequently deter such connections.

The current trauma in Mumbai lasted for duration much longer than I could have imagined and has left me with a mixed bag of emotions: some frustration, anger, sadness, respect, and a lot more. I am proud of the task force in the Mumbai’s 26/11 that tirelessly worked towards neutralizing the imminent threat and glad that the media was now more sensitive towards disclosing sensitive operational information, although only after being TOLD to practice restraint. I salute the brave commandos, the fire-fighters, medical staff, the Police and the members of the support groups who risked their life in this task. Most importantly, I applaud the staff from the Taj and Oberoi hotels who worked hand in hand with the security agencies, risking their own life in trying to make the guests safe. Moreover they never lost their cool amidst the trauma and pressure and assisted the agencies and the guests’ right till the end. The contribution of those who lost their life serving others in this tragedy can never be forgotten and the heroes will remain afresh and alive in our memories and in the stories people will tell each other of their acts of bravery.

I don’t think I have ever followed anything live on the media as closely as this event and I hope I don’t get to witness anything like this ever again in my life. I can now heave a sigh of relief that the people back home are now safe, at least for now, and hope that this event will prove crucial in establishing a common platform for nations to fight against terrorism and eliminating it altogether.

A night of terror: Mumbai under attack

Mumbai has become the target of inhumane acts of mindless individuals yet again, and this time in way much bigger than what we could have ever imagined. In this brazen act of violence, terrorists have come out in the open, catching the Indian intelligence and security agencies off-guard, in a city highly prone to such threats. In fact, I feel that such large cities are not even prepared to handle such high-risk, high-tension, high-casualty situations on their own. Besides, the absence of a central agency capable of responding promptly, promptly meaning acting within minutes or an hour,max., and not hours as has been the case usually, makes the citizens more vulnerable to such incidences.

I have been able to follow this unprecedented event for more than 12 hours now, since the time the first images of the incident started flashing in on all news channels. It is very unfortunate for the people of Mumbai to be caught in this ruthless act of vandalism indiscriminate firing leading to the loss of innocent lives for no apparent reason. I feel that terrorism has never been a result of a fight between communities, boundaries or ideas, but is the consequence of a conflict “within” individuals who have lost track of their life and have been led to commit such inhumane acts. It is not yet clear what the intention of this particular act was, but I guess it never is. It is all attributed to some lame excuse, to some unreasonable demand of some group of individuals who are blinded by un-realistic stories or ideas, oblivious of facts or logic, leading them to diverge from the “normal” population and commit such acts.

Having been glued to the "live-feeds" for this incident, just like millions of others across the globe, I don’t think I can sleep tonight, or till the time I feel that the threat has been subdued allowing the people to freely come out of their homes, or in fact feel safe in their homes itself. A lot has unfolded in the past 12 hours or so: lives lost, acts of bravery committed, people going out of their way to help each other, but at the same time, I found some acts of the certain “TRP hungry” groups, insensitive and irresponsible. I cannot believe having seen someone ask an injured person to wait and pose for the camera when he has been hit by a bullet right in front of the very same camera, instead of being offered medical help first. In fact, pulling the person out of the ambulance to show his wound “Live - First” is an act condemnable by all standards.

I found watching it all very frustrating, especially when I saw some irresponsible comments being made by the media, passing information out to the public, including the terrorists who would want to keep track of the actions being taken by the security agencies in response to their "radical" acts. I do not condemn the live coverage but I do feel that we could be more responsible in doing so, for this information is sensitive and might prove helpful to the terrorists as much as it is crucial for the security agencies and the public at large.

I hope that the state of things will improve soon, the situation being handled by professionals, both on the part of the security agencies and also for the media but I believe that had the NSG been more swift and prompt, things might have been in control by now. I don’t feel that the police are even equipped with the resources to handle such situations, leave aside the know-how or training, or powers required in such extraordinary circumstances.

The loss of lives has been immense and the effects of this event, both monetary and psychological, would be felt strongly in days to come. But with the NSG moving in, along with the army and RAF, in tandem with the police and support agencies, things seem to have improved but are not under control by any means. The areas have been cordoned off and media has been moved to a “safe” distance in national interests. Thankfully.

So, although we do not have access to “live” images of humans being killed, property being burnt, ethics and values being mocked and crushed, still I feel content that the people who should be taking care of things and who are capable of acting in such extreme situations are in fact doing their part very well and hopefully we would get to hear some positive news pretty soon. I am actually content with the occasional note of assurance from the top officials, people in charge of the situation, in this fragile situation and turn of events, although it gets a bit disheartening at times for I have been feeding on the continuous flow of this media for quite some time now.

I just wish the people fighting inside the establishments, the hotels: Taj, Oberoi, and Nariman house and in all the hospitals, fire stations, and the people helping out on the streets, all the luck and hope they can bring the city back to normal. I believe that the contribution of such heroic individuals as Hemant Karkare who selflessly risk their own life to make us safe and who lost their life fighting for us is what makes the difference in this fight against terror. This is what keeps the people motivated and the human spirit alive and resilient.

I want to sleep a good night’s sleep soon, content, and assured that people -friends, acquaintances and countrymen, are all safe and that these few psychotic souls cannot succeed in overcoming our spirits or scare us through their barbaric acts. I strongly condemn this act of the "terrorists" and I want these pests out of my house, as soon as possible, whatever it takes! Exterminated, preferably.

The changing colours of fall

It’s been more than 2 months since I set foot in this part of the globe. Being in a new place I wanted to explore the place, but actually I haven’t been able to do more than half the things I wanted to before I came here, partly for the rigorous schedule I have been following and partly for my being overtly lazy!

Things have been changing at a rapid pace and the weather is catching up in the race to change too, or transform, if you will. It has started to become really chilly, especially at night and in the mornings but overall I find it very pleasing, given that I like winters more than any other season.

Lately I noticed that the change in the temperature had been accompanied by some subtle yet noticeable changes in the overall natural setup. The view outside my window close to the study table has changed significantly and the long walks on campus from the shuttle stop to the college building have become more pleasing and I wonder why.

Well, it's that time of the year when nature flaunts its colours and the trees transform from the monotonous shades of green to the fiery red and bright yellow and orange. The change here in Maryland, Washington, DC, and in Virginia usually peaks in mid to late October. The intensity of colour each year depends on the amount of rainfall, warm days and cool nights.

It appears all more the magical especially because the show offers variety each day and the colour kind of settles down on trees, flowing down with each passing day, as if someone has dropped a can of paint at the top and the paint trickles down, slowly each day, colouring the leaves on the way, bit by bit. The weather too plays its part in this whole conspiracy. The chill in the air, the bright sunshine, all draw you outdoors and kind of force you into admiring the beauty, leaving you gasping for more. Fall really is one of the most beautiful times of year!

Leaf Senescence is the annual seasonal gaining period when the leaves stop producing chlorophyll and begin storing the nutrients for use the next year. Based on the kind of tree, different chemicals are produced giving the rich hues of red, yellow and orange in the process. Whatever be the scientific reason or process behind it, I feel the whole show is a big cover-up for conveying symbolic messages to us humans to learn from and adopt and apply the learnings in our conduct in life.

I don’t want to sound preaching but I do feel that I could learn from the abundant store of wisdom that nature has to share with us. Given that the changing of colours in essence is the process by which trees prepare for the tough time ahead, the winters, when the snow covers them and the sun doesn’t show up for days. In such trying circumstances, to be left on its own, it makes sense to be prepared beforehand and store resources when none are available. It means adapting to the changing conditions, conditions over which the humble trees might not have control upon. Likewise, we humans too seldom have complete control over our lives yet we fail to adapt and in fact we choose to complain instead of proactively preparing ourselves for the future. I am not a big pessimist but I do feel it helps to be prepared for the worst and still act as if the best is to come to us.

Anyways, I do realize the folly in the statements above, for I myself hardly practice what I wrote about, but hey, I too am a human, just like you. But I do know that I need to learn a lot, and want to make my life as colourful as possible, for myself, and for those around me. In fact for those who choose to see things the way I do, and enjoy even the small things in life, such as the colours of the fall, which have just started to fall in!

Night trek to Kalavaarahalli betta

It was just another lousy week at office and with the weekend approaching I was in the mood for another trip to the outdoors. Some friend suggested we visit Kalavaarahalli Betta(also called Skandagiri) which is around 70 KM from Bangalore. We Googled and found that some people trek the mountain under moonlight. We got very excited but a bit concerned as it was a place unknown to us; we had to trek on the mountain at night and the weather lately had been dicey for the unpredictable rain. As always, the adventurer in us pushed us to go for it.
We bought some torches and packed our bags, with the essential stuff, lots of water, eatables, and some drinks. We, 6 guys on 4 bikes, assembled at KFC, Indiranagar at 11:30 PM on Saturday and had a quick bite (our dinner actually). The weather was pleasant and we started off at midnight towards the Hebbal Flyover. Suddenly, it started drizzling. It was fun driving in the rain at night, yet we did not want to reach our destination all soggy and spoil the fun. We kept our fingers crossed and kept driving in the rain which got strong intermittently.For once, the heaven’s smiled and the rain stopped. It was then that I experienced one of the most amazing rides on my bike ever. The sky was dark and cloudy over the newly renovated and well lit road to Devanhalli and we could see the half-moon peeping from behind the clouds every now and then, the cool breeze murmuring in our ears and almost freezing our hands. I went in somwhat like a trance and couldn’t stop singing in this mesmerizing ambiance.

We crossed Devanhalli and reached Chikballapur. After driving through the city for some time, we took a left turn to a road adjacent to a Ganesha Temple. After travelling for around 4-5 Km’s on the narrow road, we reached Omkara Jyoti Ashrama / Papagni Mutt, which is situated at the base of the Kalavaarahalli betta, at 2AM . We parked our bikes, paid for the entry to the area and started the ascent at 2:30 AM, our torches lit, for the moon had decided to not bless us with the cool blue light and guide us in our journey uphill.

We could see the lights of some villages close by, twinkling like stars. We found ourselves walking in eerie silence amidst the bushes overgrowing on both sides of the narrow, rocky path winding towards the top with an the occasional flashing of lights of some other groups making their way uphill, in the distance. The trees were repeatedly asserting their claim to the rocky kingdom with the whistling of the leaves in the strong breeze and yet some mortals could be heard trying to subdue the noise with their shrieks, getting defeated in the contest every time.

The trek was moderate yet tiring. We took rest numerous times, to catch our breath or to just drink and discuss some crucial things in life at some strategic location atop the rocks on the way. We reached the top at 4:30 AM. The breeze was so strong that we could hear a loud roar, our bones almost resonating with the noise, and we were finding it hard to restrain our bodies from being blown away with the force, time and again. We probed around in the dark and found the best spot of the place, yet no other group had ventured there, as it was a bit scary being almost on the edge and we too at times feared being carried down with the wind.

We wrapped ourselves in some bed-sheets and after some more exploration, found a slightly flat rocky area where the wind was relatively weak. We lay down on the rock and covered the bed-sheet over us to form a flat tent or more aptly a cocoon, which reduced the impact of the strong wind. We could hear a lot of voices in the distant darkness but could not see clearly the sources of the noise. We lay there for some time and after around half an hour, we saw some light of the day. We got up and realized that the place was crowded with more than 150 revelers, a lot of them standing around a small fire lit in the makeshift shop at the summit.

The wind grew stronger than ever and our hopes of viewing the sun rise drowned. At some places towards the edge and atop some small rocks, we felt as if we could just spread our hands and fly away from this maddening world.We spent some more time exploring the hill top, taking snaps and finally rested at one place for a long time, nobody wanting to go back, although the place was almost deserted now.

With a heavy heart, we started our decent at 7AM and reached the base of the hill in around an hour. The sun had come out and it started to grow a bit hot. We had some tender coconut and started again for Bangalore. The rain gods played some more hide and seek with us, and we reached our homes at around 10 AM, just in time to cuddle back in our beds for a perfectly lazy Sunday ahead!

Riding on the wings of a Butterfly!

It was just one of those days when I am not my usual self, inclined towards the mystic, the enigmatic, with a strong urge to reflect upon my life, specifically upon events and instances which have had a significant impact on my life and had been making me feel restless lately. I had numerous questions, the answers to which I wanted to know to subdue the turmoil I was going through, owing to some circumstances I had put myself into a long time ago, some choices I had made, and based on which I had envisioned my life hoping things would happen in line with those dreams. But then I made some minor adjustments, some seemingly insignificant choices and yet hoped that things might still work out at least, if not in the best of way. It didn’t take long for life to take a turn and certain things happened, things which I had no control over, and they in a way made me feel like a helpless spectator.

Thinking about how life would have been had I not made those choices or maybe things had gone the way I had envisioned, I plunged into the realms of higher thinking, initiating an impromptu conversation with myself, hoping to unravel the thoughts which had been on my mind for some time. Not getting satisfactory answers I wandered further and somehow got reminded of a movie I watched during my undergraduate studies, “The Butterfly effect”, which I had not quite cherished then but the movie had provided enough food for thought. The movie revolved around the protagonist who reads the journals he had written as a youngster and then tries to change small things in the past to “fix” the current present and every time he returns, he finds himself in an entirely different situation, a future unintended and unimaginable, and all because of the side effects of actions, his and those of others involved.

Every small action has the potential to initiate a series of chain reactions, which in turn lead to other reactions, similar to a Domino effect, but in this case the outcomes are amplified. It is believed that the flapping of the wings of a small butterfly in one part of the globe can lead to a tornado in another part, a phenomenon which is called the Butterfly effect. The concept basically highlights the fact that even small actions can have unimaginable results, exhibiting a high sensitivity to initial conditions.
It also in a way reaffirms the belief that our karma influences our future and in a way determines our destiny. Just as the smallest stroke we make on a canvas, the finished painting can be significantly affected by it, and just like our karma, the stroke cannot be undone, and yet we can still try to utilize the stroke to somehow assist us in enhancing the beauty of the final picture, make it favorable for our self and for others, and allow us to attain our goals and fulfill our purpose in life.

I was able to relate to the concept, to the chaos theory which weaves into our lives every moment and binds seemingly insignificant things seamlessly into our course of life. I re-reflected on the thoughts, on how things had turned out in the recent past, and how certain things which have been affecting and will further influence my future, and the path I should follow to re-align my goals and actions in line with what now appears to be my purpose in life.

I feel that we live our life in a microcosmic container, filled with energy sources, of different shapes and sizes, with random trajectories and behaviors, yet each source, however small it may be, can alter the course of another source. Such microcosmic systems are part of a bigger container, which we call the universe and the sources from each system, have the power to significantly affect things of the bigger order.
We humans, the diminutive energy sources inhabiting the earth which itself forms part of a massive universe the most parts of which are oblivious to us, form a symbiotic system where our actions affect and are affected by people closely intertwined in our lives, and at times even by those we have never or will never come across.

Right from the minute we are born, we do things which affect our life and also that of those around us. We grow up; learn things from others or out of our own experience, making choices every second. We breathe for we choose to live; we live for we have a purpose in life, a role to play, before the system recycles our energy source by destroying it and recreating it in some other form, maintaining the balance in the system. What we do in our life span, how significantly we can affect the behavior of a bigger system and what mark we are able to leave behind, is all up to us, as individuals and as a community.


In short we drive our destiny which in turn dynamically changes form, with every thought and action of ours. It takes courage and persistent effort to venture into the unknown, to face resistance and travel a path we want to follow and leave a trail, otherwise we can just choose to be a part of the system, covering our journey with little or no impact on anything, except for the minute disturbance created by our momentary existence in the system, our life being dictated randomly by events and actions of the particles around us.

Coming back to the initial thought, I could visualize certain events in life which have had a significant impact on my life, and will continue to affect my life, till the end of my journey, for what has been already done, cannot be undone and the disturbance in the energy field will slowly dissipate in time and space, yet the effect will remain. I felt that I have been committing a lot of mistakes, or maybe have been taking decisions, which looking back now appear mistakes, things which I could have done or not done, and life might have been better now or in the future, which seems more distant and turbid than before. Or probably, as humans naturally are, I was focusing more on things that went bad, and not things that happened for good.

Small thoughts such as, what if I had not taken up the synthesizer classes and had learnt playing the guitar instead, or had gathered courage to talk to the girl I fancied once, to relatively big concerns such as had I chosen a different college or domain of study, had I decided to switch a job earlier, or taken up some opportunity that I didn't explore fearing risk, etc., plagued my mind, and then there were events which I feel I had no control over, and yet these events had had affected my journey to a large extent.

There are enormous possibilities attached to each action I could think of, for example, what if I had studied more for the exam and not gone out for a party with friends, what if I had changed the school when I decided not to, all these are small instances, which could have possibly altered the course of my life, could have put me in a different situation, could have brought me closer to certain individuals and kept me far from certain others.

I wish I could change some of it, but alas, it is a mere wish, a mere whim of a mortal. Besides, I cannot change anything in the past if I wanted to, even by travelling back in time, as the disturbance in the time space continuum will lead to a paradox for if I could change things in the past, the future, which is now the present will not have been the same, and hence I would not have been able to travel back in time in the first place!

Every now and then, I feel that the course of my life is now stable and I can safely visualize it, at least a few years down the line, and yet, the next instance, things change, seemingly in line with Murphy’s law most of the time, proving yet again that we are a part of a system, whose inherent characteristic is perpetual turmoil. But I believe that if we are able to resist sufficiently and persist, we can possibly have the impact we desire. With this belief I wandered deeper into the realms of chaos, thinking about the What If(s), the But(s) and the What Next(s), taking cues from my journey so far, but I could not reach a conclusion. I could just think of some options, the possible outcome of certain choices that I could make, and yet, the future lay just as obscure as it was before. For, whatever I may visualize, a butterfly flapping its wings somewhere could change it the very next moment.

I decided to stay open to what I may come across in the near future, yet be prepared to face resistance, to be flexible to adapt to the changes which are the consequence of the disturbance created by myself and also by others, and try to continue my journey, the way I see it. I can hear the wings flapping in the distance, and I wonder how and when it would impact my life again, what further chaos I would find myself in, and the thought of it all generates fear. Yet some hope remains, and I just wish that I have more strength to withstand the turmoil, that I am able to continue my quest for happiness, for knowledge, and for life, the way I want it to be. The silence needs to be broken; the effect of the flapping of the wings of the butterfly needs to be subdued. I have to make my presence felt across the system and have to leave a positive mark on it.

Suddenly, the conversation ends abruptly. Silence prevails, yet the turmoil persists. I fall asleep, as always, falling prey to the wicked devices of nature and dream on in the mystic world to wake up again in the chaotic world, hoping to conquer the random, the unknown and also the known, some day.

Why am I Blogging?

The Internet has revolutionized the way we humans live and communicate. Digitization along with globalization has led to creation of new opportunities and has provided us access to information from across the international frontiers, yet it has also been responsible for giving rise to new threats and unprecedented risks, transforming our lives, literally, making it much more complex than what we had wished for.

With the advent of Web 2.0, the business revolution in the computer industry caused by the move to the Internet as a platform for collaborating, maximizing collective intelligence and adding value for each participant by formalized and dynamic information sharing and creation, we have now at our disposal, new avenues for business, social-networking and entertainment. The allied technologies such as wikis, blogs, social-networking, open-source, peer to peer file-sharing, etc. have also gained significant importance in the life of every individual, directly or indirectly.

We now scrap our friend’s profiles on social networking sites instead of meeting personally or calling them up to wish them on their birthdays, share videos of our family events with people who having nothing to do with us, make friends online, instead of going out and indulging in group or social activities, pretending to be someone we are not, portraying ourselves as uber cool dudes and dudettes, in an endeavor to get noticed in the artificial world, leading a second life.

The ‘e’ buzz is growing by magnanimous proportions, from e-mail, e-cash, e-commerce, e-shopping, e-government, etc., we are actually moving towards leading e-lives. We have started sharing our life not just with friends, but with the global community, utilizing digital media, storing our thoughts and life incidents in high capacity storage servers, which are backed up regularly to keep our memories and social contacts "alive".

People grow old, meet other people, and make friends, form relationships, fall in love, and even break up, all online, in real time. We are getting accustomed to living in the virtual world, where anything is possible, and the cyber-world has almost taken over our lives, and such ideas as that behind The Matrix, no longer seem far fetched.

The time when the sweet smell of paper adorned with the blue-black ink of fountain pens could draw vivid pictures in our minds, the formation of each alphabet and word, painted in its own unique style, providing clues to our character, is long gone. Now is the time to type and express our thoughts on virtual media, using emoticons to portray our mood and state of mind. We are in the era of e-publishing.

So, here I am, blogging my thoughts and blog-marking incidents and events of my life, to be stored in the memory of some lifeless, emotionless machines in some remote corner of the world, hoping that I would be able re-live and reminisce these memories, share my experiences and gain insights from similar blog-marks of other individuals, and believing that these e-memories will live on, long after my body and mind have crashed.

But the era of blogging too is nearing extinction and we are rapidly adopting micro-blogging, publishing even the minuscule thoughts the micro-second they come into our mind, even when we are on the move, not willing to disconnect from the e-world.

Soon, we might wake up in a world where using the virtual networks, we would communicate with other individuals exchanging our thoughts, without even having to voice them or put them down in words, as e-content or otherwise as well. In such a human network, we would be connected to each other, just as our cell phones are now connected to other devices by the wireless networks across the globe.

Yet, I fear the day, when all the networks of the world would clog, all the servers would crash, the dooms day for the e-world, when we would cease to exist, all our memories, thoughts and knowledge erased, and we might not be able to survive it, as by then we would have forgotten what living in the real world was like!

But, it is not this day, not today, nor in the near future. So, till then, I will blog, micro-blog, nano-blog and much more..

I, me, myself

I was born and brought up in a conservative religious business family in a quiet valley at the foot of the Himalayas, close to the land of the holy Ganges. Growing up amidst such natural treasure, I developed strong bonds with nature and found ample opportunities to explore and further strengthen my ties with the environment by the trekking and camping trips and also by the frequent outings with my friends to such places.

I enjoy cooking, reading, roller-skating, watching television, gardening, trekking, playing synthesizer, etc. but the one activity that has got stuck to me for life is kite-flying, a passion for which I used to get scolded by my parents, almost every-day during childhood.

As a child, I managed to secure a decent rank at school, almost always figuring amongst the top students of the class, but was not very inclined towards studies as such. I somehow managed to achieve a high score in high school, especially in the sciences, and my parents motivated me to pursue engineering, adding me to the league of the thousands of aspirants seeking to secure a seat in a premier technical institute. I managed to crack the IIT JEE twice, but the rank was not good enough to get me in. I joined the College of Technology at Pantnagar, but as destiny may have it, a special exam was conducted after the seats in government funded engineering colleges were increased and I joined the Harcourt Butler Technological Institute (HBTI) at Kanpur.

Graduating from college, I became part of the so called IT revolution and joined the millions of individuals, who spend hours in front of the intelligent machines in the honeycomb shaped cubicles in large glossy buildings, doing nothing but churning out imperfect ideas in the name of technology, and advancements in society, making our own life a little more complex, everyday.

Having spent some time in the IT industry, I am now looking forward to exploring other avenues, in the hope that I will be happier, more successful and richer, in terms of the depth and quality of experience that I have now. I seek knowledge and want to use it for the benefit of the community, and yet get ample returns so as to be able to buy some of the things in life which provide momentary pleasure, for that is inherent in our nature as humans and is what differentiates us from the other inhabitants of planet earth.

I am an open book, the pages of which are being filled with text, color, and МűЅЇċ, that come with events in life, as and when they occur, with the occasional splotch #*##, a mark ? or two, yearning to maintain a balance in the journey of Life.

I am Siddhartha.