A touch of lord-knows-what

These days friends have often commented that I’m short tempered and in a hurry to close meandering conversations. Having observed myself for over a week now, I’d rather agree with them. I simply don’t (seem to ?) have the time and patience to sit through conversations which are immediately obviously not going anywhere. Feels like time is being wasted.

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Gaadi nikalo … Take a chance baby !!

If you have watched Life in a Metro the line and the context would be obvious to you. If not never mind the line and wonder how many times you have decided against doing an activity only because you did not feel the need to take a chance. Not taking a chance is more of a reaction related to not feeling the need to get out of the comfort zone. We feel comforted in spaces we know, the surroundings we recognize and the people we know. Getting out of such proximity with the “known” requires a level of self confidence and self awareness that most folks don’t want to reach into. Moving out can take many forms: relocating to a new place, changing a job, taking on a new role in job or profession, trying a new activity, figuring out what to do and expect from life, taking a decision professionally or personally. These days I end up meeting more and more young folks who are not ready to take a chance. “Taking a chance” does not mean closing one’s eyes and taking a leap – it means arriving at a decision after a logical evaluation from thereon moving on to take a new challenge. And I really cannot comprehend the reason why they don’t want to take a chance…

Belated blogging

A random collection of blog entries which should have been done earlier.

  • On the 19th of this month, runab took me to watch Life in a Metro. Nice movie which would perhaps be unfortunately be tagged as those “alternate movies”. I kind of liked the characters played by Irrfan Khan and Konkona Sen Sharma. The latter is far better than her mother. The rest of the characters were either sketchily etched or hammed their lines (and that includes Shilpa Shetty). Overall, a nice movie to spend time at.
  • Visited Reliance Fresh” over the weekend it was not too fresh an experience. Cramped alleyways and no means of crowd control. Major mess. They ought to get their act right if they want to have repeat customers
  • Yo! China has revised its menu and effectively killed the “lunch crowd” with the goofy price structure. The Mini Combos are out and the Single Combos have undergone a severe trim – not a good place to go to any more

Dial M for Mayhem…

On the 9th of May 2007, I took the 6E321 BOM-CCU flight of IndiGo – and was it fun. No this is not about clueless baggage handlers or unhelpful girls at the check-in counter : if you are here to read about them shoo !! they were not there at all. This is about what went inside the flight. It reminded me of a Rajdhani I took to DEL when I attended the first LinuxAsia. Suffice to say that barring perhaps the cabin crew and a newly married couple the flight was full of Bengalis. Bengalis of all ages and either gender and those who have had the fortune of travelling under similar circumstances would unhesitatingly agree that Desmond Morris would have had a field day.

There were innumerable kids who were running around with their indulgent mothers waxing eloquent about how “dushtu” their children are but how much they adored them. There were mother-in-laws who were busy ensuring that their adorable sons did not cosy up to the daughter-in-laws by ensuring that they sat smack in the middle seat and then proceeded to style their hair. And then there were the father-in-laws and a few uncles who took their time settling down and then in earnest chatting up the cabin crew with inanities ranging from “Who is the owner of IndiGo” to “How do you manage to keep the prices down”. Of course that left the adorable sons of the not-so-successful mother-in-laws who went around checking out the passengers on the flight along with noisy interjections of “how PWC is working in Kolkata”, “what verticals IBM is targeting” and some such. Of course there was this gentleman who opened his lunch box (he’d carry it in) and began tucking into a lunch of fish and rice in all earnest filling up the cabin with the succulent aroma of mustard.

The takeaway from the flight: young pre and post teens are the same everywhere only the interests in life and the approach towards cultivating them differs. Cheap air travel has allowed more folks to fly, but it will be a long time before the attitude of rail travel changes.