Google Is Not All That GOD , Actually

We swear by It , we thank , we reckon , we pray to it, we love it , we can’t survive without it ,we are addicted , it’s our best companion , on this our professions survive. It has answers to all the questions under this sky. But there are loopholes .
If you are expecting a comparative study of search engines with some blue links here ,then move on to next blog or carry on with FBing .
As this is more on humanity than on world wide web ‘s vanity.

Ok , still reading ? then let me convey If some of you cannot digest poetic way of writing and facts are what you feed on, then visit here.
PS: Just making things easier for the readers , as they say “Time is money “.

Ok, if some of you managed till here , I hope to meet you in the end.heh don’t worry, a very short post , but as they say "60 seconds make a minute" .

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Tom …….hmm , I told poetic na? , why the hell am I constructing a story out of it ?Fine no more drama , read on.

All these years we used our tiny little human brains to store -persist- analyze -create data and now everything is click away.
For all our queries we often don’t know the answer, but we all know how and from whom to fetch it .
We don’t tend to remember ,we really don’t require remembrance !! cause there is someone storing it “ALL” for us .We only tend to buffer information for short duration and take pride in flaunting googled info.
The art of querying is nurtured more than the art of resolving and crafting .And in this era, in a galaxy of software crowd such studs are worshiped .
Those cool geeky dudes you often encounter ,whom you think “I know it all” are most of the times hollow shells with information overload .Most of them flash some buzz words and fancy links and feed it on sites.
They can no longer create , they plume click away found info. We all do the same at times don’t we.
Gone are the days when libraries were turned upside down for one research presentation in college . When stuff was more created than circulated. When teachers were guiding force .Good in a way that dependency has reduced and one needn’t run behind human sources and Knowledge is ample and is freely flowing all across but creativity is suffering and is curbed unknowingly . Memory loss is a common complaint now.

Just think. All we need to teach our children in future is How to Google - copy paste -social networking .These are the key words to success . Everything else pretty much will fall into place.
It will be their new mom n dad. Yeah from abc to job hunting , from colors to photography , from anatomy to child birth ,from relations to business, travel , java blah. It instructs you on all. And pretty much like parents it can control with child locks.

Yes , the author truly acclaims , applauds and also uses this revolution in her day to day life .And there is no denial of life without web. But there is a different angle to it . Cause an overdose of anything can kill u .A line has to be drawn somewhere such a way that only necessity is extracted. As.............

it teaches you dance not grace
it teaches you music not rhythms
it builds networks not relations

it teaches you coding not development
it teaches you technology not science
it teaches you skill not ability

it gives you facts not salvation
it gives history , not future
it’s a tool , not the solution
it’s a path, not your destination

So let it be what it was meant for
let it give you answers , not results

let mentors still be seeked for enlightenment
let friends than just profiles, be in persons
let Daddy still teach you how to ride a bike
And let Mommy still tell you 2+3 is five .

And let god be god .

Hogenakkal Falls and The Hence Proved Story

Finally after a long time ( very long actually) weekend was consumed in a trip to Hogenakkal falls (one of the gravid falls on Kaveri after Shivasamudram)

Facts:Located 187 kms from Bangalore . Take Hosur road and hunt down for Salem and then Dharamapuri on sign boards.

Content:Travel.log file :-

• Remember to carry license and don’t exceed speed limit beyond 100 on outskirts of Dharamapuri .Vas , the one who is incapable of driving under 140 in terms of velocity was caught red handed and had to shell out 1000 bucks."Saaaar , please saaar , please saaar" *10 times saved him from paying another 500 .
• Else go in MiniY’s car for a safe ,bumpy-less - fine free ride.But it comes with "You must wear those seat belts through out ."
• Take somebody who knows a bit of Tamil or kannada for bargain related communication with Coracle walas.
• We as in 9 of us spent 1700 rs for two coracles, for 4-5 hours of cruising along the wild and rocky falls .
  For a centrifugal thrills make sure to ask the captain of the round (space)ship to rotate it.
• Taste the fresh delicacy of live marinated fish , alongside the banks only.
• Make sure to take proper footwear , nope !, not sport shoes .Floaters are recommended as you keep wetting your feet when toggling on the rocks .
• Witness the sight of a local kid diving from a 50 feet high rock .Do pay him 20 bucks :).
• Sit near the edges for sprinkling splash on face .
• Be extremely careful and get a firm grip when clicking photos and exploring. We almost For adrenalin rush touch all the atrocious edges in and around the falls .
• But control the enthusiasm , unless you want to be featured on “I shouldn’t be alive” series on Discovery.

Coming back to the Confessions.

1. I happily after receiving a call slipped my phone in ma pocket “hypothetically”. It in actually got slipped out of the pocket , without me realizing .

We went forward to our respective boats and only on half way downstream , I was alarmed by the absence of ma beloved.My pleading cries to take the boat back to said location made Sreek to give up the act .Luckily the hypothetical slip or fall was witness by the junta walking behind , who decided to see me in panic by revealing it later.

2.Coming back to confessions again . I once dropped my 5 k watch in front of my office gate , with a generous person walking behind and handing it over to me .

3.Heh.la la laa It’s not over yet .What triggered this post was today’s loss. I happily slipped ma office ID in exactly similar “hypothetically” way in ma purse only to realize next day , that it was dropped. And in huge MNC like mine , one cannot even have lunch without the access card.

As one is guarded by angels. A mail comes in ma inbox stating “hello, I found your card lying in the campus please come and collect”.

Remember the Boomerang Theory ? it never ceases to prove itself again and again.(TOUCH ANYTHING WOOD ON THIS PLANET.All you readers touch it now , ok fine pat your head instead).

PS1: Yeah, I have learned the lesson.

PS2: Don’t you dare to comment on my luck , I only know how badly it sucks otherwise.

PS3: The trip was awesome !!! and I simply loved it.

PS4: The tan was worst , and now I know I am kind of sensitive to prolonged exposure to sun. My skin is now shedding(hiss , hiss) and is in worse condition.

PS5: Parallel blogging idea threads often run in mind. But wonder what is keeping the author away?

PS6:Haha look at this post , looks like status update .Duh!

Only Words And Words Are All I Have

Where author pays tribute to the unsung Shayaras –(Women sher-o- shayari writers) of the past and explores technicality of Urdu poetry .

Teri nazm ,
Kisi kaagaz pe likhey lafzon mein ko gayi .

Teri Ghazal ,
Kisi badnaam mehfil ki ronak ho gayi.

Teri awaz ,
Ajj bhee veerano mein goonjati hai.

E shayara , teri rooh
Kisi jane shayar ki Ilhaam ho gayi.

--Clueless (I am proud of this one)

So unknown and lost they are that when I Wikipediad Shayara , the result was:
Did you mean: Shayar ?
This time Google also turned out to be chauvinist. Nope there isn’t’ much on web .
Amongst the Amir Khusros , Mirza Ghalibs , Mehedi Hassans ….. some names like Begum Akhtar, Farida khanum where linked majorly for their ghazal gayaki.I still remember a filling scene in a movie In custody 1993 , where Shabana Azmi is lamentable about her creations not being recognized , while the whole movie revolves around an ageing poet Nur Shahjehanabadi’s work preservation.
They very much existed .Apart from usual , every kothas originally meant for musical -mystic entertainment were also home for such phankars. Female artists including tavayafs were shayari composers .But with their name their voice , creations went confounded and lost.

One truly admires any poet’s work irrespective of the gender behind and nor am i a feminist. But something did provoke me. Even today people don’t take a female poet seriously .That whole kashish in reciting is much appreciated when coming from a man’s mouth . Is it just that people are not used to? Or people just don’t want to ?.

One of the reasons for rareness of Shayars apart from unrecognizable condition of women in Islam and in history, in general , on some digging down actually comes out from what ghazal is or was traditionally about.
Apparently , ghazal not only has a specific form, but traditionally deals with just one subject: Love. And not any kind of love, but specifically, an illicit and unattainable love hence is always written from the point of view of the unrequited lover. Since we all have grown with Devdas(s) continuum on broken heart saga, shayari suited more on them. As if there were no Meerabai(s)? yeah but all that dwelled bhazan’s. Sigh !
That is one of the theories though .
Able to compose a sher or poetry is an instinctive creative prowess, which is nurtured in a person irrespective of prejudice.
However things haven’t changed much .Name one famous female equivalence of Galib or even a budding writer?Yes , they existed and are still blooming in shadows. The art itself dying in this fast paced hip-hop world is another story altogether though.

Urdu poetry is not all about just rhyming words.
Sher is (Couplet). It consists of two lines (misra); first line is called 'misra-e-oola' and the second is called 'misra-e-sani’.
Ghazal is a collection of shers ( Ashaar).
Nazm is an Urdu poetic form that is normally written in rhymed verse.
More gyaan explained by Jagit singh here.

PS1: After a long time , have composed Ashaar .
PS2: Btw, we have moved up in life. Got 2 cots coz of rt g .It feels good to sit on elevated surfaces.
PS2:Hmmmmm, The end.

Wedding Blues Continued....

The wedding is over .
The bridal blues have faded away.

But the bride's friends are suffering with after effects.
Yes , the aunties did popped up the million dollar question exactly in "good news" format.
Yes , he did hit on me , what did i do ? enjoyed .One should enjoy with no strings attached.Harmless n healthy.

The inquisitiveness is contagious and swiftly spreading like Swine Flu.From Aunties it has moved on to the colleagues n friends , with all hazardous symptoms. As most of the ex-eligible-bachelors have either moved out or got engaged and existing couples have become boring , the focus has suddenly shifted on poor me.There's still a dozen of eligible crowd much older to me wandering , but for random reasons poor author has become the targeted victim.

Some say , either date or get committed or get married , but please don't hang around with that single-not-available board.
One has lost some real good friends and produced some Dev.Ds in the process of wanted to be in or being in want of relations either ways respectively.

Junta around seem to be bored and wants some masaledar gossip .I really wonder why everybody gets excited ?
Staying online late in the night, genuine giggling on phone , smiling when chatting , innocent status messages on FB , even humming around raises enough eyebrows and teasy questions .Probably everybody has gone through this phase before they have crossed to the other side or graduated to learn to handle it .Shall i just keep quite and wait rumors to die down ? or divise answers to instanly shut them up?

Possible instant closing down methodology or replies .

-Yes,going around with my friend's husband .
-Err i am dating my X again actually.
-Oh ya (blush) marriage is on the cards(blush again).
-hmmm ya , arrange marriage.
-Don't react and act as bored to death.
-Blush , keep blushing till they beg you to stop doing that .
- Become a nun.
-Tell them you are gay.

Boltee Band

PS1: Convinced , ya mein aur lekoon?
PS2: One does believe in companionship .But whenever it happens , it will be anounced.
PS3:Till then , have mercy !
PS4: And chill.

Aaj phir dilane ek tamannaa kii

Aaj phir dil ko hamane samajhaayaa.

Suggestion : Just listen to audio.


Yet another for the Ghazal factory. From the movie Saath Saath.

Driving school and CFCs

Take 1
%Dial-up connection sucks at times%
%The repeated attempt of uploading an interesting video featuring TeaOfKap learning to drive a car, went in vain %

Take 2
I don’t know how helpful this initiative is .Was downloading WordWeb and on installation a question popped-up on how frequently one fly’s and if it’s more than two times an year voilla! You cannot use the application. You need to buy the software.

A drop in ocean , but as they "Boond boond se saagar bharta hai ".

PS0: Hope actors in the video have no objection, for it being posted here. Author was careful enough to shoot without revealing the much of identity. (This was written with an assumption that the clip was uploaded and I want to stay with the assumption.

PS1: First time the actual PS content went in a PS hehe.

PS2: Shivers! There was this sudden boom sound just now. We jumped out in balcony suspecting bomb blast .They have made bomb bam usual than transformer bangs.

PS3: Yes, FB is becoming more n more addictive. This constant urge of reading, writing and replying statuses is crazy. One reason of not extending the friends list is this.

PS4: And author is not doing justice to her blog .But who doesn’t love to see instant response- “comments “come up more proactively there .No wonder the PS statements tend to get tempted towards status message text box.

Appendix
% = video upload failed

Euphony

Not sure if this is ghazal ....equally soothing though.
Aan Milo Sajna.
PS0 :Of course it’s not a Ghazal duh!
PS1:Sounds from Hindustani classical and best suited for kathak.