Dance of Death

Iron Maiden – Dance of Death

I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight
Gazing up at the stars
Not aware of a presence so near to me
Watching my every move

Feeling scared and I fell to my knees
As something rushed me from the trees
Took me to an unholy place
And that is where I fell from grace

Then they summoned me over to join in with them
To the dance of the dead
Into the circle of fire I followed them
Into the middle I was led

These are the words from the song “Dance of Death”by Iron Maiden which came to life suddenly on wednesday night in Mumbai. Hell was spurred in Mumbai, Railway station, five starred hotels, hospitals,cinemas.Where will you run, hide from this, from the impending death that that comes your way, catches you unaware in your sleep and you wake up looking into an automatic gun rifle ? Al-quaeda? Lashkar? or Deccan Mujahedeen ? Who knows ? and Who Cares ? A terrorist is simply an object programmed to kill and all you have to do it is just kill it.He does not have a religion, or identity. He is like a formatted Hard Disk with the OS of death installed on it.

There is anguish, frustration,against this ghastly act of defiance by the faceless killing machines.The fact remains that even as I am writing this article on my laptop feeling safe in my office, I remember there are people fighting out odds against these terrorists for our safety.

I felt this insurgency was very similar to Kargil, where the enemy took the advantage by an ambush and climbed to the top, where it could have all the view.However,this was a much different terrain and it has its own challenges. Like kargil, this was a Mix of terrorists and a Professional force or probably only the members of the professional force. There was a lot of Money and months of clear focussed planning before this was done. It also bore similarities to the 1993 blasts. They were, most of the target areas in 93 were also in South Bombay and once again Refinery was one of the speculated targets which they missed even this time luckily for us.Also, the talks of Karachi connection due to the probable sea link gives a stench of an experienced schemer who is a fugitive of the previous blasts.Another thing that connects to the possible sea route is that, the speculations say that these people used the same route to enter India through which the RDX was brought into the country during the 1993 blasts, a place in coastal areas of Raigarh a notorious area known for smuggling.

On the contrary, there were a few arguments going around that say there was an Al-Quaeda hand in this. Many of such acts have been carried out in broad daylight. However these guys chose night to start the operation. Probably because the Americans watch their early morning televisions during this time, and there were a substantial amount of westerners in the hostages. Also, Nariman House being a Jewish establishment, and some of the Israelis being held hostage in Oberoi too, might not be mere coincidences.

There seems to be a Unison between the Forces of Terror(like Al-Quaeda, Lashkar-e-toiba,Indian Mujahedeen) who brought in the planning and money, the underworld (Probably the D Company and its allies), and some Rogue Government(Usage of Diplomatic Water Boundries for insurgencies).This is a warning signal for many countries like India, US, UK,Israel that probably they should unite otherwise United Forces of Terror will keep on plotting such attacks on their people.

Intelligence agencies world over have failed badly against these groups constantly.However, there needs to some solution to this highly complex problem. This is a time we need some change, a change that ensures that we walk free and without fear of being killed in any territory of the world.The Common man has to change his attitude and rise to the occasion.They need to sort the terrorists from the innocent themselves, they have to be more observant and they have to stop blaming the governments.They have to start thinking that their security is in their own hands.Above all they should come out and vote.They should pressurize the government, if possible change them,force them to implement the laws, force them to take stringent actions, whatever they might be. People should get more involved in the government and its processes, so go out vote, and bring in the change you want, be responsible for your own security, dont wait for NSG and Army to come and save you and to ensure no one comes strolling with a gun and pulls a bullet through your head for no reason at all.If fear is what they want to spread, let them be the ones who fear, you, me and the common man,because their strength is us, the fear, the common man, the weaker mass.

The Search

My Life has been an endless search,

a search for you,

since the day you left,

I have been looking for you,

I roamed in streets of big cities,

with only hope in my heart and love for you,

I looked around the cyberspace,

just to find traces of you,

but you were never there,

I thought luck has permanently separated me from you,

I started going to people,

All I ended up searching in them were you,

I found in them the happiness, the shyness,the bubbliness,

the brown eyes ,the simplicity,that was in you,

but they all went away,far away,

maybe they all knew the search was not for them too,

Then we met, and again I was doing the same,

searching for you in you,

Then I found someone different,

Someone trying to be free,

someone running away from past,

and future is what you cannot see,

Maybe I am your future,

as I am coming to set you free,

maybe then my search will be over,

as then I will find freedom in thee.

The Taste of Freedom

Nowadays I am asking this question to everyone.Why? Well I am just free from the cruches of an Indian IT Services company and now I am a free bird.This means we are free to leave this job anytime we want without the fear of company chasing us down to extract a huge chunk of money from our a**es.

15 th August is a day when the world’s map changed in a major way.A nation of underdogs was born on that day.Well on the same day in the year 2005 we declared and signed our way to slavery of an Indian IT company.What began then was an endless roller coaster of corporate world.A journey through immense storms and tsunamis,and I have been standing solid like a rock trying to adjust myself.I failed actually, to make a place here,and hence I am trying to create a space of my own.

Well, coming back to the topic, we celebrated our liberation with the whole country and we decided to do it by going on a trip. We organized a trip to Nagarjuna Sagar Dam and the nearby waterfalls.

After all the delays despite our “Flawless” planning we started at 7:30 in the morning from Hyderabad.The drive was a full countryside view of Andhra Pradesh, which I had not been to till now. Surprisingly, in the place we stopped for breakfast,was a small town, almost a village,only it had some shops because of a regular highway,the people knew Hindi.The drive was smooth as I was looking at the scenery outside and flipping through the pages of a Ruskin Bond classic.

We had a nice time pulling each other’s leg on the way to the place.We halted at the west of the dam and looking at people playing there we also descended to play and click photographs.

We then proceeded to the main dam.When we reached there, the gates of the dam opened the water came out gushing at a monstrous speed raving and creating a huge white froth in the atmosphere immediate to the dam gates.What a breathtaking beauty it was.We stood there in amazement as we saw 8 gates open to the full capacity and water getting fiercer than ever.

We were cursing the weather as it was hot as compared to the previous days and continued in our journey further. Then we took a boat ride to Konda, a river Island of archaeological importance.A number of remains and relics were found there.

That journey took a toll on us as sun was hammering our heads with heat and the boat took it too long to reach the island.Also we were standing as there were a huge number of people interested in looking at the island(rather eat chicken biryani and drink whisky on the boat) which unfortunately offered nothing much special.Then last but not the least we went to the last spot of the day, the illuminated water falls, a beautiful place to be.The place was very nice and each one of us were wishing we had come here earlier rather than going on the boat ride.

In the return the dark had taken over the skies and when we passed in front of the dam for the last time, we saw a scene which we will never forget for whole of our lives.The froth generated from the water falling from the dam made a cloud of suspended water in the air and it looked as if it still, as if someone has  paused this cloud and it is lying suspended in the air.

It was silent journey back home but in the end we had great memories to cherish on our “Independece Day”.

Volunteering Blues

You just cant miss this stuff if you are in Bangalore, specially if you are with Prasant Mohanty and Smitha MM. I came across these two unique people during my stay in Satyam.Well,as my previous write up goes,I just wanted to do something for the society and got determined.The change in was much like Shah Rukh Khan of “Swades”, only the situations I was put in were very different from it.When I went into Jogupalya school for the first time, I was taken aback by the magnitude of life the school possesed despite the fact that development in that school was fully lopsided.Government barely bothered about the school, and it had gone through every phase of being pulled down.The sheer strength of the teachers and their very strong will to keep it going,somehow, made the school, brave and a true temple of learning.Tamil school children didnt , have a decent pair of clothes to put on,not even a pair of footwear.Children were not even clean,and came to school only to get a mid day meal. The first thing which came to my mind was my school education. Costly school,the facilities which we had, the necessities there which are by far a luxury here.I was suddenly very determined to do everything to make that school develop.It was a task beyoned an individual’s reach.Then I met few people who directly were not very effective as a volunteer but were highly determined for the jobs.Mayank,Karthik,Sumit ,Vikram to name a few.These people had given a lot of time of their lives for volunteering and trying to bring about change.Change in mindset of people,change socially,economically and making India truely shining.

These people gave me a different kind of strength.Whenever I met them,I felt that the future of people whom they are working for is secure because they were so dedicated to the work.The most peculiar thing which I noticed in all the slums is, that people are very sceptical about sending their children to schools, always blaming the financial conditon.This however is not true in many cases and even the BPL (Below Powerty Line)people can send their children to government schools,as they dont charge a fees, give uniform ,books and one time meal to all the children.

One of the most emotional momeents in my volunteering experience was in Sathi. I heard 3 stories in a day.Reality is so hard hitting,that sometimes we also tend to lend a tear or two to its name.That day I met 3 kinds of chidren, innocent, distressed and misguided.They all seemed to me as the common denominations or I would rather call them the true representatives(picture) of indian children.

The inncocent child had gone to play cricket near the railway station, just wanted to see a train and he didn’t even think in his wildest dreams,what experience this small wish of his will bring to his life.He wandered from his home reached hyderabad and then bangalore.A child of 11 years,dosent know any language other than Marathi and dosent see his parents for days together.When we are 11 years old we are so protected, that we never think of such a situation. When I tried to see world through his eyes, and it was a horrifying experience.The child says to himself, “I don’t know where this thing is going?where is father,where is mother, where is shivaji?how far is my home from here? why doesen’t anyone answer my questions,?who knows marathi?which place is this?”.Imagine to find food and shelter after days of travelling and that too with so many boys in the similar situation.This boy when he was talking to my friend Imran in Marathi,was not ready to part with him and suddenly found a sense of security in this unknown world,where he was plinged into darkness by a small act of innocent negligance.

The stories of being distressed and misguided were very similar to movies.As they told about those,I was wondering,what are we doing to our future.People are fighting to save higher education from the cluches of Quota system,we are fighting to give basic primary education to the children,give guidance to the youth,give them motivation to come back and study,become respectable people,earn and give back to their families.

My dream as a volunteer is to give education to each and every person in India.This although seems farfetched and highly difficult,I am sure someday we will make to most educated nation in the world.Once this happens,it will trigger a chain of events which will create an ecosystem of love,peace,prosparity and of course happiness.

52 Number Bus

Our life is full of associations, all kinds real and virtual. Some associations are there by default and some we do by choice.Some associations ie the virtual ones are neither by default or by choice.These happen by themselves.We dont come to know when these actually happen. I wanted to talk about one such association.It is the 52 number bus of Ahmedabad Municipal Transport Service.

There is a small poem on these associations which I want to share:

In love we get connected,

When we’are happy or dejected,

to everything aorund us,

whether it is a flower or it is a bus.

I also got associated with something,

which i also felt a strange thing,

the 52 number bus it was,

looking at which my mind used to pause.

When ever I saw it It gave me her thought,

 this always made me feel distraught.

But some things are bound to change,

Love is lost and people become strange.

These associations hoever live forever,

It reminds me now of all the good times we had together.

A BOY MEETS A GIRL

He is going to meet her after several years. He has a very strange feeling in his gut. He still wants to meet her. He goes to her house and looks at her for the first time in years. He loses his senses completely, he dosen’t what to talk,how to talk, he feels choked up.

Gradually, the boy and girl start talking and they exchanged their phone numbers too. First, he calls her once a week. He is not sure of what has happened to him.That strange feeling in his gut has not gone…,on the contrary,it has increased. Then he talks to her twice a week and updates her whenever he gets to do that.The girl however is unaware of all that is happening in boy’s mind and heart.The boy tries his best to make even small visit to her,an attempt to meet her, see her.Something was happening to him.A feeling which was there never before.Although, he had crushes before,this one was something special,something out of the way.

He knew what was happening to him.He was falling in love with her. This time it was extra strong.He knew there can be fallouts because of this but he was optimistic.He never knew things can go so haywire as they were now.

(These feelings are portrayed in every other hindi movie.You can go and watch it, but when it comes to actually experiencing all this,it really is a very different matter at the hand.)

He moves away from her,far away.But still remains in regular touch with her.This time he is very sure of his feelings for her.He is very clear he loves the girl,he thinks he has found an ideal match,but u know thats where the difference in our goals and destiny comes.(As i have written in my previous article,here also  the end is different and sad).He wants to tell her about all his feelings to her.However,he fears the answer “no”.He dosen’t want to hear that word.Yet he looks for the right time to say the words.

However,fate had something else written about him.One day she stopped taking his calls.She didnt read his messages.She asked him not to contact her and didnt tell him the reason why.

He went tried contacting her several times and tried to get some news of her.She never called him back,never told where she was,why she did it,what the hell was the problem !!!!!

He cried,brokedown and gave himself pain many times.Went into depression and was glum for several days.Looking at phone,he wondered why ?,why did it happen to him?

However, now this is his way of life,living without her,thinking seldom about her and dismissing those thoughts as just sweet memories.

One Small thing can change a life???

Yes i think so.One incident which happened with me changed the whole meaning of my life, the course of it.

i was directionless and was looking for what in this world will give me utmost satisfaction.the incident is as follows:

i was travelling in unreserved category compartment-general compartment of Saurashtra Janta Express from Surendranagar to Borivali.I was standing as obviously there was no place to sit.With me was standing a guy named as Achintya Mukherjee.

He owned a factory which had unfortunately closed down due to some sad reasons.We got along very well talkin about many things,social evils national problems and many passengers were giving their viewpoints on this.There was a boy who boarded the train from some station which i dont remember.When we were talking in english that boy was continuously repeating the words-"how are you?".I caught him saying the words and asked him about himself.

He told a sad story that his father was a tea wendor and mother was no more.He left his studies because his friends told him there is no use studying and he should work.However it seemed evident that he had flair for learning.So i asked him if he wants to learn english or not.He said he wants to learn full A,B,C,D.

I started teaching him A-Z and by the time his station came we were through with building words and simple sentences.In the mean time i also told him what change he can bring about if he resumes his school.He understood the benifits of education to his family and assured me that he would goto school and ask his friends also do the same.

I went to his school sometime in the future and found he was there and his two other friends were also there.It was so heartening to know that such small incidents and our simple actions can make a big difference to some persons whole life.

From that day onwars my ultimate goal iin life is to spread the word of education and uplifment of society through educating.

Now what do you think about it?

a brief note on my life

like every one my life is a learning experience in many ways.

coming accross many people and different places in different situations.However the people at higher level have always misinterpreted me and because of that i have had a bad experience with them.

that was since the day i left my school which was the only place i had good experience with the people of higher authority

Well, like everyone my life has been a process of metamorphosis and has changed me from a selfish, self centred individual to a better human being, selfless guy who can goto wny extent to fulfill even the wishes of a person whom he dosent know properly.Many people will say this on reading-thats the saurabh we never knew n ssome will say he is the real saurabh.The truth is the situations which i have seen in life have made me more and more fearless,put something called self-respect,love for othes,selflessness and slowly a "krantikari" in me is taking birth. 

Hello world!

Hi world i came accross this blogging service and started writing about myself here

Well to brief you people about myself i am working in a software company Satyam computer services like millions of them working here in this indstry and like everyone my job also sucks.

Well i dont care much about but i really want to change the situation