tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175759562024-03-12T23:26:11.732+05:30all Gyan BIG & smallMoses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.comBlogger289125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-38631164166868559362012-09-12T12:44:00.000+05:302012-09-12T12:44:29.925+05:30Refesh...restart and here we goAfter a really really long time, coming back to the blogging world, and hope to post regularily.<br />
While I am at it, I am also trying to clean up some of my old post (for colour and font issues) due to the new template :).<br />
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While I must have lost most of my readers, I recollect that a blog is not written with the intent of gaining readers, rather as a place to express one's own ideas.<br />
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Cheers!Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-27253503719294375932012-02-09T18:24:00.006+05:302012-02-09T18:34:36.871+05:30The age of the Googler<div align="justify">When was the last time we really did not google and made up our own damn mind about any issue, or not go with the “popular” data consensus of the first 10 results? I see this degenerate thing of <em>“believing” that if it’s on Google it’s right</em>, or even worse – think that <em>“if it’s not on Google, then its wrong”</em> –</div><div align="justify"><br />Want a sample – try googling,<em> “Is sex real?”</em> – hehehhe, and Voila you will get some really bad links, but the point is, <em>we just skip past the question and even ignore it</em>. Now let’s google –<em> “Are women idiots?”</em> - and yes before you can reach for my throat, yes, google <em>“Are Men Idiots”</em> too, and yes, you can have rather strong arguments about each, with psycho analysis, and based on what you want (being male or female), the data magically seems to build up – while we know that the intent of the questions could have been much different that the way they are worded.<br /><br />Now with the “data”, again <em>we forget why the question was asked, and go down the path of glorious distractions, and finally endup in yotube? </em></div><div align="justify"><br />My question is – Are we not losing the sense and sensibility of own, collective wisdom to actually think through a question before taking the cheque to Google, and I can see my own head degenerate on deeper topics, for we do not have time to discuss, but seem to have ample time to “google”, and not all the right data is there in the WWW. This almost instills a fear that the next set of kidos would completely be suckers for online data, and what they really exposed are tons of garbage. </div><div align="justify"><br />Yes- wait, the logical brigade of – there is so much more useful information!!! – The point is “more is not what’s important, what’s relevant is what counts”. </div><div align="justify"><br />Underlying this entire thought processes, is the simple assumption we live by every day, that there is “good” in the numbers – and that the through bred wisdom of “democracy” – the vice (yes not voice) of the majority – X% say- something is good, it you have a Million hits (ex: kolavari di – Mass madness – quality eh?), Y% say, something is bad, you have a million hits (ex: go google for them :P) –</div><div align="justify"><br />This whole philosophy of the numbers is killing the individual self and atlast, I hope I don’t wake up to a day, when someone will take the gun and shoot down people for refusing to hear what s/he wants to say – oh! – did it not already happen / happening everyday – Pity –<br /><br />Oh yes – this evil has crept right into our work, family, relationships (93% agree to this – authentic data by Dogbert Consulting), and even into the way we look at God – not enough evidence eh ?<br /><br />P.S:<br />@freezedried – will try and blog every day :)<br /><br /></div>Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-53127495438855514072011-02-07T15:54:00.002+05:302011-02-07T16:01:01.648+05:30LeverageThat’s my theme for the <a href="http://frozendry.blogspot.com/2011/02/28-days.html">blog marathon </a>(if I can call it that).<br /><br />Let me go back in time – once long ago, really really long ago, when man was still in the Garden of Eden, and springs of water came up from the land to water the plants, and all the man had to do, was to enjoy God’s presence and enjoy all that he was given – there was no leverage! – And then quoting Milton –<br /><br /><blockquote>“Of Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit<br />Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste<br />Brought Death into the World, and all our woe,<br />With loss of EDEN, till one greater Man<br />Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat,<br />Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top<br />Of OREB, or of SINAI, didst inspire…..”<br /></blockquote><br />And man’s solution to the Woe was primarily based on leverage – A leverage of future possibilities for an exchange price for the present. So - I will write about leverage of time, of money, of love, or relationships, of God, of religion, of politics and much more.<br /><br />So – my audience - what is the first ‘leverage’ topic I should write about?Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-46964188777256811292011-02-02T11:37:00.003+05:302011-02-02T11:47:11.883+05:30Brevity<div align="justify">That’s the word on my mind these days!<br /><br />I wonder how and why we subscribe, chase and almost kill ourselves and everyone else, with an overdose of everything. Quality is fast being replaced with Quantity – Yes, I want those 300 links from Google, but after the endless surfing, often wonder – how I wish someone just gave what was needed – Just exactly to the point.<br /><br />Walk to a coffee shop, tired and zonked, and you ask for a simple double shot – “sir – would you like chocolate sauce with this? Add extra shot of coffee (hehehhe yes – that happened for real), want whipped cream on this – ewwww !!! - and you wonder, where were those days, when you just got that one shot of coffee. Yes, there are days you want to indulge, but then - most days are normal and you just want your good old simple stuff.<br /><br />The <strong>breadth, width, height, density and viscosity of information </strong>often kills the beauty of the entire being / thing / transaction. (This statement is an example of it – I could have simply said – hey, I don’t understand – can you keep it to the point?)<br /><br />Something most fascinating in the brevity world; The blind-date-document-mode side of the business(RFPs), where the service provider thinks they are expected to deliver euphoria of potentially saved $, and cater to the guys actual need to get his next promotion – however, one paradox I fail to understand – the Service Requirer (hehhe ~client) wants specific brief responses, and the service provider believes that they should establish their credentials over and over again. So, if I say the same story in 10 pages, instead of 4 lines – it becomes better ?<br /><br />Since this is a blind date – how about this – Hey, I am this, xx yrs in business, and I will not insult your intelligence by telling how big and good and worthy and qualified and better and smarter etc I am - you already approached me – so let me give you in one page how I can help you. We can provide you answers to all questions that you have based on this?<br /><br />Or<br /><br />Slide 1-10 (how I grew from being a t-shirt ripper to white shirt wearer)<br />Slide 11-20 (how my t-shirt is better than any other t-shirt you would even think of, or even thought of)<br />Slide 21-22 (okay – my solution)<br />Slide 23-33 (how organized, and civilized and mature and robust the process is)<br />Slide 34 (my deliverables)<br />Slide 35-42 (how wonderful our relationship would be)<br />Slide 43…. zzzzZZZZZZZZZZ<br /></div><div align="justify"><br />hello …frantic conf calls – we have an emergency – need a one page summary, and a small 2 pager answering the real questions, and please guys don’t send such long answers.<br /><br />No wonder, even college admission forms come with word limit these days.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Brevity – just relevant and nice.</em></div>Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-65739043829944863782011-01-06T18:26:00.001+05:302011-01-06T18:26:28.549+05:30The invasion of sound....And I write this from a place you are violated in every sense of the word, by heat, by strong cigarette odour, stinky armpits, no personal space etc etc. But what really tests your resolve, is being bombarded with music on FM phones in every direction and with loud chatter on the phones.
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<br>Yes, we all grew in an economy of - 'the more(you get), the more your value for money', but all of us some where forgot what cacophony, life has turned into, and that too quite literally!!!
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<br>Be it being rudely woken up to Ayyappa chants, or a competing sound from the masjid or now even churches - you are sleep deprived!! And the worst part - if you as much as make a suggestion to reduce the volume, all hell will break loose.
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<br>Of the few things that I really like to see my Country change, is getting a lil more quiet.
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<br>I wonder if we are rapidly loosing the ability to listen to anyone or anything, as we are always hearing way too much than we ought too.
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<br>Ecoutez le silence !!!!!
<br>Sent on my BlackBerry® from VodafoneMoses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-25939562224369177682010-04-15T08:54:00.003+05:302010-04-15T09:43:09.593+05:30Sania, Shoaib and a moron journalistYes, as much as I am bugged reading all the news about this clandestine (had to use that word) wedding, I chanced up on well written??? article by PTI / Rediff, and it made my day - I am ROFL :-). Yes, there is an explicit disclaimer, that the article (by PTI / Rediff) cannot be distributed and republished etc etc, but there is no disclaimer that I cannot make a mockery of the amazing sentence constructs. So bite me if you get offended.<br /><br />Here it comes, the<a href="http://sports.rediff.com/report/2010/apr/14/sania-shoaib-lavish-sangeet-ceremony.htm"> original news post </a>along with my comments in (brackets):<br />///<br /><br />The sangeet ceremony of the newly-wed Indian tennis star <strong>Sania Mirza, who tied the knot with Pakistani cricketer Shoaib Malik</strong> earlier in the week, was on Wednesday held at a city hotel in Hyderabad.<br /><br /><em>(John Says: "who tied the knot with ..." also almost suggests, that both together tied it to someother person (shaoib's apa??) </em><br /><em>Oh - btw, as MCP or sexist as I might sound; - <strong>'Sania tied the knot'</strong> - I always thought, that the 'groom tied the knot', but Poor Shoaib, I guess had to let go off his pants, after being in the mud, and escaping the long arm of the kanooooooooon.</em><br /><br />Both Sania and Shoaib, who got married on Monday, attended the ceremony.<br /><em>(John Says: Oh wow! - they attended the ceremony - moron, I guess they were the hosts / it's their own function - you think they "graced" it with their celebrity presence??huh!!!!!)</em><br /><br />Sania's outfit for the occasion was designed by Shantanu and Nikhil, while Shoaib's dress was gifted <strong><em>to</em></strong> his newly-wed wife's family members, the tennis player's spokesperson said.<br /><em>(John Says: Now this is a Master Piece - "Shoaib's dress was gifted <strong>to</strong> his newly-wed wife's family members" - serioulsy - I don't see him naked, he was wearning clothes - oh- you meant, Sania's family gifted Shoaib clothes - it should have read - ' Shoaib's dress was gifted<strong> by </strong>his newly.........blah blah)</em><br /><br />The guests had a lively evening as some enthralling music was played out on the occasion.<br /><em>(John Says: Since I am on a mockery roll, yes - we expected some boring, funeral songs to be played - oops - did I say a funeral ?? - It's a bloody sangeet, and you will play enthralling music, and just curious - how did this punjabi custom creep into 'across the border, muslim wedding' - ya - I am the sterotype who believes that everything is fair in love, war and sports)</em><br /><br />The menu for the evening included a lavish spread of about seven starters, a salad counter, a kebab corner, 10 main course dishes and six deserts.<br /><em>(John says - ummm..should have been nice food - I am a hyderabadi, and I can vouch how you get all those love handles on star atheletes - it's just such food - ya - that was a little below the stomach - oopsie - stomach :P)</em><br /><br />Former tennis players Jaideep Mukherjee and Akhtar Ali also attended the wedding celebrations.<br /><em>(John says - nice - never heard of them - did they win the grandslam in 20-20 tennis ?)</em><br /><br />Bollywood's living legend Amitabh Bachchan family has reportedly sent wishes to Sania and Shoaib on their wedding.<br /><em>(John says: Oh my !#$%^ - to start with - it should be Amitabh Bachchan<strong>'s </strong>family and not 'Amitabh Bachchan family', and really, the journalist had to include this tag line? - has not the poor Big B got enough shit already with the mumbai sea-link. Now he will be accused of supporting a wedding across the border, and called anti-Indian?)</em><br /><br />The wedding reception will be held at the star hotel on Thursday.<br /><em>(John Says: I really look forward to this, and just one question - you really are a journalist? I dinn know you can have some many gramatical errors in one small article and get to publish it in the WWW - or, is it "CREATIVE freedom" ?</em><br /><br />(P.S - all gramaertical and speelingis msitakesses are strictly intentional, and any far resemblance to accuracy is a creative error - pls ignore, or duh leave a comment)Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-7751386516359454832010-02-17T23:59:00.001+05:302010-02-18T11:24:00.326+05:30Cheap Post<div align="justify">We speak of building world class products, but the bid goes to the cheapest bidder; we speak of hiring the best talent, but the offer goes to the one who agrees to the cheapest salary in that bracket; we give gyan about world class services, but acquire the cheapest machines; we speak about getting the best partner, but only like that one that is most comfortable to what we think ? .. .eh ? so basically, the world sucks, because it mostly has all the cheapest guys in the wrong places; most relationships are sore, because - most got a cheap partner, and about everything else - we do not have the time to think - afterall time is "expensive" - did I say expensive - /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\__________</div>Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-5558769943359816332009-12-22T19:07:00.000+05:302009-12-22T19:08:07.048+05:30I am on FaceBookAnd finally, I am on the Facebook- something, I resisted a long time - why - just not the virtual networking types. I still pick the phone and call the person I want to get in touch with.
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<br>Nothing replaces the voice I say.
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<br>However, it's surprising to see some many living out "virtual lives" out in the wireless world.
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<br>....And in these virtual worlds too,(though I am just a few hours old) I observe people fighting the same battles - expectations, joy, broken hearts, stalking, disappointments and crushes.
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<br>Now one might argue, hey, these are the same humans online - are they really? - I still rather hear the angry / sweet voices, would like if some one would hit me in person than send a virtual punch, and a real kiss :-) - any takers for the virtual form? Hehehehehe
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<br>Yet still,the unwired world is "connecting" more and more by the second
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<br>~To life
<br>Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone EssarMoses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-62912608297818904002009-12-14T18:32:00.002+05:302009-12-14T18:33:51.294+05:30Best response to TelanganaBy far the best response I seen so far - it's as absurd as the demand for telangana is.<br /><a href="http://www.fakingnews.com/2009/12/lunatics-march-to-delhi-to-demand-planet-status-for-moon/">Click Here</a>Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-65629252513202277912009-12-12T15:59:00.002+05:302009-12-12T16:00:56.943+05:30Mr. Monk and "The End"<div align="justify">Mr.Monk finally comes to an end after 8 seasons.<br /><br />This is one of the nice memories I carried from the US. Watched couple of episodes, and got hooked on to it so much – I got the first 6 season DVDs shipped to me from HongKong. (Yes, not sold in India, not beamed and all that crap)<br /><br />And finally, I found a way to watch (online) and keep up with the last 2 seasons of Monk. I feel sad many times, that this (among some of my favorite shows) doesn’t get beamed in India and can’t access it legally online – so, some IP masking and shit like that – today, with a lag of 8 days (another internet rule / restriction), I watch the final episode.<br /><br />Now that the final episode is done, I feel a little like Monk himself – everything solved and nothing more to work (err watch :-) )<br /><br />It truly was a brilliant series and gave me many refreshing and happy moments.<br /><br />Kudos to all entire crew and cast of Monk. </div>Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-11772247050763596822009-11-21T23:33:00.002+05:302009-11-21T23:38:32.561+05:30I wonder<p align="justify">…And I write after a really looooooooooooooooooong time. So much happened over the last 8 months</p><ul><li><div align="justify">Tasted recession first hand</div></li><li><div align="justify">Mourned along with a few friends in their loss of loved ones</div></li><li><div align="justify">Few cousins / friends got married</div></li><li><div align="justify">Some good friends became very sick</div></li><li><div align="justify">My niece and nephew are growing (fast if I may add)</div></li><li><div align="justify">Gained a ‘LOT’ of weight – (yes – I should lose tons)</div></li><li><div align="justify">Mind thinks about “Wonder land”</div></li></ul><p align="justify">And now, I look ahead and wonder – really wonder, with that sense of wonder, which we seem to loose with every growing day – wonder about a lot of things, and some nice new yearnings, a few sweet nothings about my ‘old ‘ self – all the past years – the gone by days of endless dreams and energy - and I smile seeing “experience” replacing intellectual argument, and solitude replacing ‘spur of the moment’ actions and so on.<br /><br />Yet – there is that old cerebellum that refuses to sleep, or be satisfied, and it thinks, dreams, questions, asks, fingers and still emits those shimmering sparks, that make me again wonder – and at the end of the day, we all have to deal with the same old bare threads – present, future and past (mostly in that order), and the concoction of various elements that have the most definite impact on those threads – <strong><em>Trust, Faith, Love</em></strong>.<br /><br />I wonder how these three always come to the foray, and almost always everything else is a subset to these.<br /><br />I wonder – I like the wonder – I miss the wonder.<br /><br /><em>P.S: Dedicated to the one who with whom I can share this wonder – my future partner – I don’t know who she is – but – yes – I wonder.</em></p><div align="justify">:-)</div>Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-24081011496741118282009-09-29T18:32:00.000+05:302009-09-29T18:33:37.862+05:30Epic Fall<div align="justify">It’s at moments like these that your ire notches up a few more degrees than you thought was your worst, and being precluded in a world that you don’t want anyone to interfere with and most of all have ‘pep talk’ when they have no freaking clue about what ‘reality’ is, you get tested with your patience on some ‘I care about you’ talk.<br /><br />Please – if you cared enough, or even knew me enough, you would stay right in your own place, for you never really knew me or for that matter anyone else than yourself, for you so freaking live a life that revolves around your own damn self – megalomania !<br /><br />And do I sound like a jerk? Well, did I ever say I was <em>not</em>?</div>Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-2096427481940146922009-09-07T22:18:00.000+05:302009-09-07T22:19:16.718+05:30That Past Haunts …<div align="justify">Why does one always look at the past, and even the one with the most pitiful existence, have some wonderful moments to remember back, while at the same time, everything about tomorrow, is looked with spite, loaded with fears and speculation.<br /><br />The answer my friend is – when we look at the past, we always see beyond ourselves, and our situations (present and past), while when we look at the future, we somehow can’t look an inch beyond ourselves!<br /><br />Whoa!<br /></div>Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-17728963141223669162009-09-05T09:34:00.003+05:302009-09-05T12:03:51.929+05:30The vantage of time<div align="justify">As the clocks keep ticking ahead, and to most in my immediate circle (me included), the clock somehow seems ticking faster as you approach or just about cross 30. At this probable midpoint in life, often wonder how the vantage of time has fared.</div><div align="justify"><br />It’s a one off game between the ticking clock and the suspended slices of time till now.<br /><br />I would start the timeline from high school, <em>(or teen age years ~ ah, that sounds sooooooooooo good)</em>, cos till then, the ticking clock was controlled by everything and everybody else than us.<br /><br />And the day arrived, when each of us said (in our teen age years) – Hey! – I know what I am doing, I really do, and bloody stop interfering with my life – I can control it, and know hellya much better than you know. After all, what the hell do you know about being in my generation and being in teen years (hellya, yes!).<br /><br />The clocks slowed down, rather got scared looking at the fusillade of energy - the days stopped at 23:49, and started at 00:16, and the clocks got confused and decided to lay low, and watch life unfold. The days were really long, and the nights nonexistent, and the speed of thought limited by only the risk of a fissure to the skull, and the rate of blossom thwarted by “speed controls – commonly known as parents”.<br /><br />And then, school and college ended, and the 20’s look on –<br /><br />Welcome to the inebriated condition of a high, fighting a terrible hangover and acting sober to make a pristine impression on everyone and everything around. An image of <em><strong>“have done it all, seen it all, and nothing, no matter what can jolt us”.</strong></em> The clocks are catching up, and have that evil tick about them – somehow, the hours seem to fly past us, that you are being dragged to a slow rhythm, and are injected seeds of frustration at how slow things move, and yet somehow, times seems to fly right past our face.<br /><br />There are valleys of time of total emptiness, or a mad rush of everything, that you think Planet Mars would be fine, it after all has a good 41 minutes more each day. (41 mins eh!) – Wait it has 322 days more in a year (I would be still 16 and rocking now on planet Mars. It’s all the conspiracy of the old-minded homo sapiens that thwarted Mars travel, to prevent “DNA drain” – and unfortunately back here on Earth, in the 20’s all that one sees, it controversies and more and more and more and more and more and more….huh…. conspiracy theories.)<br /><br />And then , one day – you are jolted out of the busy slumber, by switch points that induce a sudden shock (more commonly known as parents) – saying – hey – it’s about time you settled, flowed more in sync with the time, and take responsibility seriously, and procreate before it ‘s too late – WHAT – hello 30’s. Whoa!!!<br /><br />The first thing that you wonder in 30’s – why are parents so eager that their daughters get laid as soon as they can <em>(cos till just a few years ago, they had a whole network of aunties guarding their precious child),</em> and ensure that the son’s get the best bird, before it’s too late(while till a few micro nano seconds ago, <em>you were a kid who din’t know anything about women;-</em> and other things like career and jobs and love for the country, animals, mountains, rickshaws, Somalia, Quantum Physics, congeniality, music, God, money, society, stature – <em>I am tired the list is really long</em>, were very very absolutely and only important).<br /><br />But Back on Earth, we stare at the clocks, who now display their first hand at overtaking us, and a whole life of revenge waiting to happen – huh! – Revenge – are you not clock – innate and no feelings?<br /><br />Slowly but surely, we make ‘peace’ to walk in tandem with the tick tock of the clock, and I know for sure, time will run over.<br /><br />For now, I am still 30, and refuge to speculate till the time stops (I mean ya – the bloody tick tock does not stop, till I finally run out and bow to the eternal timeline)</div><div align="justify">___ </div>Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-59493665637968012032009-08-26T19:39:00.000+05:302009-08-26T19:38:37.182+05:30On the TrainSo, just made it on the after a mad sprint across 3 platforms, and hopping into the last bogie just as it was about to leave the platform, and thanks to some fervent prayers, the train left 4 minutes late.
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<br>Now the fun part, my ticket was upgraded, and now retained on the same class. However, another girl got upgraded. The catch, she is newly wed, and her hubby beside her did not get upgraded.
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<br>The sincere TT says, its against the rules to exchange tickets across classes, and I bet he will be around to check if we do swap the seats.
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<br>And it's raining.
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<br>And traffic mamu wants to clear one big lane at a time.
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<br>Will post a "from the train blog" if I make it in time.
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<br>If I should think of some consolation, my waitlisted ticket got upgraded to first class. But I guess there is never a free meal!
<br>Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone EssarMoses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-91807822899347156772009-08-08T23:25:00.001+05:302009-08-08T23:27:59.693+05:30Yes, I did it :-)An uncle that I respect much, while discussing (~ read give gyan) about my girl hunt, said –<br /><blockquote>"John – before a man really gets to commit and is ready to be married, he has to be broken apart in every sense, and be built back, and this is the only way, it really gets done. The longer you resist, for whatever reason you think it’s worth it, it just gets painful”</blockquote><br />Well – I just smiled, and thought, ya – there are few things I need to let go, but being broken apart and then being rebuilt – hmmm… naaaaaaaaah.<br /><br />I still wonder about the above, but today, I have done something I thought I will never do (or rather never wanted to do) – Send across my “profile” to a prospective girl!<br /><br />Yes – I did it, and all my dear friends – you can go ahead and rag me now.<br /><br />Well, the only salvage point – I sent as few details as possible, and 4 pictures that were shot by random friends – pictures that are as close in resemblance of me – well – I am not the poster boy, and let not my pictures (if at all) paint me that way.<br /><br />The best thing about my blog, it will never show up on Google if searched with my full name or partial names, as in my profile. However, it does show up if searched with my nicknames – and thats something not many know :-)<br /><br />Let’s see what happens.Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-12190502705948187862009-08-04T19:30:00.001+05:302009-08-04T19:31:57.658+05:30Nice QuoteGod made Adam before he made Eve because he didn't want any advice on the matter.<br /><div align="right">~ Patrick Murray</div>Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-76098248399860471542009-07-31T23:21:00.001+05:302009-07-31T23:21:25.709+05:30Being BrokeThere was a time, when being broke meant being broke. You had no money in your pocket, your bank and no hope of any deposits mysteriously appearing out of no where.
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<br>Come this modern era, I wonder if any of us are / can be really broke in the classical term. You have an overdraft, a nice big credit limit on a few cards, and a whole range of managed funds - in simple terms - Cash Flow.
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<br>After being on half pay for almost half a year, and a fast dwindling bottom line, and more than expected expenses - my monthly balance sheet shows a big 5 digit figure in the red. Yet, I am making some 6 digit investments in small time businesses(assuming they will payout in the short term), watch movies at IMAX, reading and buying books.
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<br>I wonder, today looking at the red, if I am broke - in pure accounting terms, if my other assets get frozen, I can file for bankruptcy - hmmm
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<br>The modern day definition of being broke is that your cards get frozen, bank account reads zero, and you have no money in the pocket, and you think twice before calling a friend and they think twice as many times before they answer calls.
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<br>Quite some experience this recession is.
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<br>P.S: Consulting references welcome!
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<br>Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone EssarMoses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-67542902572864727572009-07-19T22:45:00.001+05:302009-07-19T22:45:15.283+05:30Whatever.... And when I say 'whatever', it means, I am at the end of the line.
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<br>Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone EssarMoses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-23476702878598855362009-07-13T13:07:00.001+05:302009-07-13T13:10:31.736+05:30The case of a Genius gone wrong<div align="justify"></div><p align="justify">It all starts early, when everyone around him is fascinated by his apparent breadth of understanding, while in reality it’s amplitude that really sets him apart – in short, he sets off on a path of deeper probing, while the world assumes a broader spreading. The initial conflicts appear as rather curious quirks, and are put up with as rather fascinating, and yeah, he will eventually grow up and understand – except that, his long lone way of a single journey, not encompassing a broad horizon starts – In short, a loner in the making, with a flamboyant outlook.<br /><br />And, then along the way, in his growing years, he meets and finds some cloned cousins who can give endless intellectual orgasm, and they become friends for a while. And the clock ticks, where the loner, for some time, with his friends started expanding his circle, suddenly realized that he misses, what he most cherishes – amplitude, and off, he sets on a path, of deeper understanding again.<br /><br />And , the clock ticks, till he finds no one to really connect to, and but various people befriend him for very good short term advantages, for any of the following in this order:</p><ul><li><div align="justify">Intelligence</div></li><li><div align="justify">Career Success</div></li><li><div align="justify">The persona of confidence</div></li></ul><p align="justify">And, then he hates it to a point, wondering if there is anyone real out there? Real, meaning – who can just sit and talk, and just talk and just talk, and yet not bore you with giggly stories.<br />And the loner now, fully grown, comes with the best alternative to kill intellectual boredom – douse yourself till you are knocked out in work – <em><strong><u>Work </u></strong>– the best ever reason abused by man to hide from home, relationships, responsibility, growth or just plain boredom</em>.<br /><br />And, then the good old loner cannot get any more kicks from work, or the work cannot douse him anymore, and so finds his alter ego, to talk to, to reason with and in short, not literally hallucinate or end Schizophrenic, or rather wished it was that way!<br /><br />And, then a tender knock of the real world, where all the fascinated world from the first paragraph, suddenly want you to grow up – and no longer like the fellow you are- and yes, they know – you are a genius, but now find their comfort by seeing as a moron – for by accepting that you are a genius would mean sharing the responsibility of your existing state.<br /><br />And, then there are a few lucky ones, who have that one or two friends, who see past the skull, and the skin – but – then that’s a rarity. You end up longing for one chat with no strings attached, or just a plain coffee with no halos.<br /><br /><em>(Interlude – the other friends are fighting their own demons too – but, are they really?)<br /></em><br />Who else did say the sun shall shine always – it has to be clouded for the well being of everyone – at the same time, come back to give the warmth – but the burning sun stands alone, burning. So much for a case that’s gone so terribly wrong, or has it really gone wrong?</p><p align="justify">.....</p>Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-79507917168376825922009-06-28T22:20:00.000+05:302009-06-28T22:22:17.025+05:30What a song!It started out as a feeling<br />Which then grew into a hope<br />Which then turned into a quiet thought<br />Which then turned into a quiet word<br /><br />And then that word grew louder and louder<br />'Til it was a battle cry<br />I'll come back<br />When you call me<br />No need to say goodbye<br /><br />Just because everything's changing<br />Doesn't mean it's never been this way before<br />All you can do is try to know who your friends are<br />As you head off to the war<br /><br />Pick a star on the dark horizon<br />And follow the light<br />You'll come back when it's over<br />No need to say goodbye<br /><br />You'll come back when it's over<br />No need to say goodbye<br /><br />Now we're back to the beginning<br />It's just a feeling and no one knows yet<br />But just because they can't feel it too<br />Doesn't mean that you have to forget<br /><br />Let your memories grow stronger and stronger<br />'Til they're before your eyes<br />You'll come back<br />When they call you<br />No need to say goodbye<br /><br />You'll come back<br />When they call you<br />No need to say goodbye<br /><br />You can hear it at:<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CvaTrg8Frg">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CvaTrg8Frg</a>Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-35374180661904727762009-06-21T18:52:00.002+05:302009-06-21T19:39:27.662+05:30Onslaught of the ImaginaryNeed say more?<br /><br /><br /><br />Take 30 seconds, close your eyes and think how much 'reality' there really is; a reality not influenced by the Imaginary!<br /><br /><br /><br />Have fun :-)<br /><br /><br /><br />Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone EssarMoses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-12657410456472879312009-06-20T16:59:00.001+05:302009-06-20T16:59:59.162+05:30Busy people find timeYou never really understand that till you have free time on your hand and really do nothing.
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<br>I did far more many things when much busier than now. What a tragedy!
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<br>Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone EssarMoses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575956.post-61484291989423160422009-06-15T18:05:00.001+05:302009-06-15T18:10:15.157+05:30Is hell exothermic or endothermic?Deprived of any intellectual stimuli - and hours of endless browsing, found something worth a tickle to the head. - Read on -<br /><br />Is hell exothermic or endothermic? Support your answer with proof."<br />Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:<br /><br />"First, We postulate that if souls exist, then they must have some mass. If they do, then a mole of souls can also have a mass. So, at what rate are souls moving into hell and at what rate are souls leaving? I think we can safely assume that once a soul gets to hell, it will not leave.<br /><br />Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for souls entering hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, then you will go to hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and souls go to hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in hell to increase exponentially.<br /><br />Now, we look at the rate of change in volume in hell. Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in hell to stay the same, the ratio of the mass of souls and volume needs to stay constant. Two options exist:<br /><br />If hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter hell, then the temperature and pressure in hell will increase until all <strong><em>hell breaks loose</em></strong>.<br /><br />If hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until <strong><em>hell freezes over</em></strong>.Moses John Wesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962502280867547472noreply@blogger.com0