tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55931189795053823202024-02-09T00:55:06.632+05:30Driving a Delhi bike in BangaloreRachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623764774978084762noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593118979505382320.post-35133305385763879722012-06-01T09:40:00.003+05:302012-06-01T09:43:13.825+05:30Truth Has Three Versions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Another attempt to bring to light to the rest of the world, that we could be living in a "Matrix"</div>Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623764774978084762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593118979505382320.post-1045541913140907182009-03-23T17:23:00.003+05:302009-03-24T11:28:50.947+05:30Luck / ChanceHave come across the word 'Luck' a lot too many times in the past few days. Although couldn't relate the reference to myself much. Actually have denied the existence of 'Luck' every time I came across it.<br /><br />One thing that I want to bring to the notice of the readers is that although Chance is used synonymously to Luck, but in this text the word Chance has the mathematical meaning of probability.<br /><br />Luck, according to me, is the false ray of hope given to the helpless man. It is used to make a person believe that he is not in control of his life. In fact a man is never out of control of his life. He is out of control of a situation. A situation that is caused because of a series of events that he is knowingly or unknowingly,directly or indirectly, and even sometimes not at all, involved in. His life is not out of control because the situation that arises also had his actions as one of the variables.<br /><br />Luck is a word which separates the strong from the weak, successful from the unsuccessful, powerful from the ones without power. Its is an escape goat for all of us.Have seen many people using the word luck when they are unsuccessful. But it is not because it was actually their luck, but its because at that time they grow weak and are not able to accept that they were not good enough to achieve what was expected.If you give a 100% to something and are not able to accomplish it, does not mean that it was your hard luck. It simply means - What is takes to achieve it is better than your best. Improve yourself rather than blaming it on luck.<br /><br />What pisses me off the most is the ease of convenience with which people use this word. Very rarely you hear a successful person using this word. Its always his hard work and the right decisions. But for a Failure, why do most of the people deny the lack of commitment and the decisions taken and blame it on Luck. The decisions taken may be the correct ones at the time, but become wrong later on.<br /><br />One of the most elaborate dictionary meanings of luck says "Luck refers to that which happens to a person beyond that person's control. This view incorporates phenomena that are chance happenings, where there is no uncertainty involved, or where the uncertainty is irrelevant."<br /><br />The definition uses a very interesting word 'Chance'.<br /><br />Chance, in layman terms, is a way of expressing the knowledge or belief that an event will occur or has occured. Synonymous to Probability? Right.<br /><br />What most of the people actually call luck, is a mathematical equation. A mathematical equation which has many variables out of our knowledge, but not out of our control. Most of these variables are the efforts we put in, the decisions we take, influence of the current situation(which again is dependent upon the events and decisions in some other equation), influence of the people around us etc etc etc. Actually it all zeroes upon the theory of Causality. Causality denotes a necessary relationship between one event ( called cause) and another event(called effect) which is a direct consequence of the first.<br /><br />Though cause and effect are typically related to events, other candidates include objects, processes, properties, variables, facts, and states of affairs; which of these make up the correct causal relata, and how best to characterize the nature of the relationship between them, has as yet no universally accepted answer, and remains under discussion.<br /><br />Would like to round up by saying that 'LUCK IS A RESULT OF POOR THINKING OR POOR REASONING'Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623764774978084762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593118979505382320.post-1336413945229434142009-01-27T02:09:00.000+05:302009-01-27T02:25:17.312+05:30A ROOM THAT NEVER WASThe light was dim, and the day being so long and tiring , the Bus Stop seemed to be more dim to me. It was almost 2 in the night and still it was crowded. Quite a mixed crowd i should say, most of them being tourists in search of a place to spend their night and some of them had lost their hope and were looking for a bus to go back.<br />The weekend being long , <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pondicherry</span> was over-crowded. None of the hotels,from cheap lodges to expensive starred hotels had a room for anyone. On one corner I found a bench that was about half my length and almost as wide as me. Painted gray, it was one of those <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">typical</span> benches that you would find on a bus stop, made for a couple of people to sit. A lovely King size bed with a fluffy and cozy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mattress</span>. On it was spread a shining white bed sheet. The room was freezing cold and a warm blanket was there waiting for me to hit the sack and go off to sleep. Instead , it was this bench made out of stone, hard as rock. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Thakur</span> had arranged for a some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">newspapers</span> that were to be used as bed sheets. Took the towel out of my bag and tried to cover my body with it. Unfolded the arms of my shirt so that could save <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">at least</span> my hands from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">mosquitoes</span>. Slowly sleep started to creep in.<br /><br />A jerk in the Bus broke my sleep. It was about 4:30 in the morning. The music was still on in my ears. The bus was a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Volvo</span> just for the name and was far from comfortable, as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Anuj</span> had said it was shaking in all the directions. Could hardly find sleep <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">until</span> late in the night. Was listening to music and slept off with the music still playing on my phone. The conductor told me that we were already in Chennai and would reach the bus stop in about 5 minutes. It was pretty dark outside.I woke up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Anuj</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Sumit</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Sumit</span> was visiting his sister in Chennai. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Anuj</span> and me were going to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Thakur's</span> place and we three were going to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Pondicherry</span> that evening. Soon we reached the bus stop. Got our luggage and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Sumit</span> asked us to check our mobiles and wallets so that we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">don't</span> forget them in the bus. Each of us checked our stuff and we moved on. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Koyambedu</span> bus stop is about 10 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Min's</span> walk from the private bus stop where we got down and we decided to walk. As we entered the bus stop, I checked my pocket for my phone and it was not there. Totally panicked, I just shouted "Where's my phone". <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Immediately</span> both <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Anuj</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Sumit</span> tried calling my number, but in vain. It was already 'Out of Reach'. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Although</span> none of us had any hope of getting it back, but we wasted about an hour searching for it. Finally we gave up on the search and headed to our respective destinations, caught buses. We took M-70 which would take us to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Guindy</span> Station and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Sumit</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Vellachery</span> where his sister puts up. From Guindy took a share auto to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">DLF</span> IT Park where <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Thakur</span> was waiting for us.<br /><br />We rested at his place for some time and by noon all three were ready with our bags. We planned to visit the Elliot's beach in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Chennai</span>, have lunch there and then go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Pondicherry</span>. We got into a bus which took us to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Adiyar</span> and from there we took an auto to the beach. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Anuj</span> had recently bought a 8 MP Canon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Digicam</span> and hadn't had a real chance to use it. So he was all excited about taking pics of the beach. As soon as we reached the beach he opened his bag and took out his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">digicam</span>. Switched it on and clicked. As soon as he tried to click he realized that there was something wrong with the camera. Checking it for some time he opened the shutter to the battery. Saw in there and was in a state of shock for a moment. There was no battery in there. He looked for the battery in his bag, but it was no where to be found. He realized that he might have dropped the battery from the charger while putting it in his bag. So I lost my phone and in a sense we lost the camera as well. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">WTF</span>?<br /><br />It was the first time <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Anuj</span> was at a beach, so he was pretty excited. We spent some time at the beach and then went to have lunch. We had lunch at 'Punjabi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">Dhaba</span>' very near to the Beach and the food was really <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">yummm</span>. Every time I was out on a trip in the south, have always been disappointed with the food. But throughout the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">Pondicherry</span> trip, i should admit, we got excellent food. We then took a bus from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">Adiyar</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">Koyambedu</span>, and took a bus to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">Pondicherry</span> at about 4 from there. We reached <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">Pondicherry</span> at about 8:30. It was pretty late and the first thing that we wanted to do was get into a hotel room, throw our bags, get fresh and then hang out at the Gandhi Beach. We were told about a Mother's Guest House, we called them up and found out that there were no rooms vacant. We were pretty confident that we will definitely get a room. We went to Nehru Road, where we were told that we would find a lot of hotels and would definitely get hotel rooms. Looked for a few hotels there and everywhere we got the same reply , 'Sorry Sir, no rooms are available'. Still pretty confident we took an auto to Gandhi Beach. The first hotel we went into was 'Hi - Design'. We asked for a room and this was the first place where we heard a 'Yes Sir'. But the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">tariff</span> for a night was 5.7 K + Taxes was totally out of our budget. So we moved out of the hotel. We went into almost all the hotels on the beach and none of them had even a single room empty. Now we asked an Auto- Driver if he could get us a room and he told that we would definitely get a cottage at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">Auro</span> Beach about 10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">Kms</span> from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">Pondicherry</span>. We took the auto and he took us to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">Auro</span> Beach. There we first went into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">Soorya</span> International, and got the same answer. We met a person there who supposedly took the last room available @ <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">Soorya</span>, about 15 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">mins</span> back, and he told us that he had searched each and every hotel @ Aura Beach and there was not a single room available. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">Panic</span> had started to set in, it was 10 already and we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">didn't</span> have a room yet. Still having hopes we asked the auto driver to take us to other cottage resorts. That night we knocked the door of each and every cottage resort there and were kicked out from each and every place.<br />Receptionist: Sorry sir no rooms.<br />We: Not even one?<br />Receptionist:No sir.<br />We: Not even a Dormitory?<br />Receptionist: Sorry Sir, all rooms are Booked.<br />This was the story at all the resorts there. One lodge said that they even rented their staff quarters on that night. The less decent ones used to shoo us away from the resort gates saying 'Rooms <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">illiya</span>'(Rooms not available).<br /><br />Now the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">panic</span> button was on. The auto <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57">wala</span> then tried a number he had, started speaking in the local language. What i could make out of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58">english</span> words he used that the hotel had one double bed room available. He told them that we were three and the reply came that it was not a problem. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59">conversation</span> went on for a long time and it seemed to me that he had started off with .... 'How's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60">bhabhiji</span> and how are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61">your</span> children?'.He ended the call after about 10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62">mins</span>. I was so happy that we finally got a room. But the auto driver had a look of disappointment on his face. I asked him what happened and he said that the management at the hotel would only allow Tamil speaking people. "What .......... ?"<br /><br />He then told us that there were quite a lot of lodges within the main city where we would get some cheap rooms, but the rooms were not up to the mark. Looking for a place to sleep we were even ready to get any sort of room even if it had just three <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63">mattresses</span> on the floor , enough for the three of us to sleep. So we headed for the city and the wild goose chase started again. From one lodge to another and one more and one more. All the receptionists had a disappointed smile on their face, every where we got the same reply, "Sorry sir, no rooms". It was 11:30 and still we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64">didn't</span> have a room. Finally the auto driver also gave up and dropped us back at the Bus Stop. We decided to have dinner <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65">at least</span> and went into Hotel Mass right opposite to the Bus stop. With little hope I asked the receptionist for a room and was sure about what i was about to hear. And i got what i expected. Another 'NO'. An idea sprang up. I suddenly remembered that 'Hi - Design' had rooms available. I asked the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66">receptionist</span> to call up Hi-Design and ask <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67">whether</span> they had any more rooms. He asked me to carry on with my dinner and he will let me know. We waited anxiously for the receptionist, all eyes fixed on the restaurant door. Each time the door opened i expected the receptionist to walk in with a smile on his face, come up to our table and say 'Yes sir, they have a room available for you'. It was just about 15 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68">mins</span> , but it looked like an eternity. Once again the door opened, and this time it was whom we were expecting. I saw the smile on his face, exactly the same that I was expecting. Very confidently he walked to our table and in a very polite manner told us "Sorry sir, all their rooms have been taken up".<br /><br />At the dinner table we started blaming each other for what was happening, the same "Maine <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69">kaha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70">tha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71">na</span> ......." thing. But the biggest question was, "What do we do next?" One of the options was that we go to the bus stop, take a bus for Bangalore and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72">Thakur</span> for Chennai and forget all about spending the weekend at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73">Pondicherry</span>. But the Indian in us was still alive. The Indian who is taught to fight till the end, no matter what happens. And thus, we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74">decied</span> that no matter what worse is to come, we will enjoy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75">Pondicherry</span> the next day. Our confidence rejuvenated, we finished our dinner, went out and caught hold of an auto driver. But the instructions were different this time. "Anna, we have been searching for a hotel all evening. Haven't got one (Full Confidence ... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76">Sooper</span>). Even if the room costs 5K per night, we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77">don't</span> mind ... please get us one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78">anna</span>, where else would we sleep? Please <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79">anna</span>, please". And once again we started the search. He took us to a lot of lodges and hotels. Most of the hotels, we told him that we had already visited, and the others told us that they had no rooms. Finally it was 1:30 and even this auto driver had given up. We asked him to drop us at the Bus Stop.<br /><br />The light was dim, and the day being so long and tiring , the Bus Stop seemed to be more dim to me. It was almost 2 in the night and still it was crowded. Quite a mixed crowd i should say, most of them being tourists in search of a place to spend their night and some of them had lost their hope and were looking for a bus to go back.<br /><br />But we had something else on our mind. We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80">didn't</span> want to go back to Bangalore or Chennai. What would we tell our family members, our friends, our colleagues. '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81">Haath</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82">ko</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83">aaya</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84">aur</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85">mooh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86">na</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87">laga</span>'? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88">NAHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN</span>. We decided to spend the night at the bus stop.On one corner of the bus stop I found a bench that was about half my length and almost as wide as me. Painted gray, it was one of those <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89">typical</span> benches that you would find on a bus stop, made for a couple of people to sit. One of the corners had some sticky liquid, looked like a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90">chaasni</span> to me, someone would have spilt it there while eating samosas, 'IDIOT', I cursed him. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91">Thakur</span> had arranged for some newspapers that were used as bed sheets. I covered the entire bench with the newspaper and using my bag as a pillow lied down. Tried to cover myself with my towel. Slowly sleep started to creep in and a thought crossed my mind. We were looking for 'A Room that never was'.Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623764774978084762noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593118979505382320.post-19110514434946218972009-01-14T20:52:00.000+05:302009-01-15T11:22:58.111+05:30IntroductionThe name itself is controversial. Well am a guy who doesn't like getting involved in controversies, and don't even intent to through this blog. After all I can't keep my dog's name Sharukh.<br /><br />I was never impressed by the concept of these blogs as I always thought that I have enough friends. I am a man who has travelled a lot, within India, and my experiences over different places have been mixed. Currently am settled in Bangalore and have my parents staying in Delhi. Got my bike from Delhi and that is where the name of the blog comes from. Since long i have always believed that I have a skill of making friends. And so far I have had a lot of friends. Some pretty good and some just for the heck of it.<br /><br />But 'Here I Am'.<br /><br />I come to write a blog after putting in a lot of thought into it. Had decided the title 'Driving a Delhi bike in Bangalore' about 2-3 months back. Had the idea about the content as well. But there was something stopping me. It happened today also just by chance. It's an off at office and am sitting at home doing nothing. Am sitting on the net since morning filling up a few forms for IT returns and my Convocation at the end of this month. Have become tired of doing nothing so thought lets do something. The thought of blogging just crossed my mind and I thought, 'Why not?'<br /><br />Concluding anything that I start has always been a problem with me. Mostly the conclusions have been messy. I just cant finish off things smoothly. Honestly speaking, have always been confused about how to end it. And I guess I am even right now. Some times I like to leave it just like that.Rachithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623764774978084762noreply@blogger.com6