The Sandman chronicles

There has been a gap in my posting! Not that i am a frequent blogger like the others, but even on my own standards, it was quite a big gap of time. I was Busy!! Plain Truth! I got a New Job, Moved to a New Place, and add to it the month of Ramadan. I joined Toshiba Corporation - Power Systems Division as Electrical Engineer on August 13th, 2007. On the very same day, i shifted with the whole lot of baggage to Ras Al Khaimah, a quaint Backwater City in the Northern portion of UAE. (Ras Al Khaimah is the Northern Most Emirate of United Arab Emirates). I am now the Electrical Enginer/In-Charge for a 400/132 kv Grid Substation Project for Transco in R.A.K. Now, I've got 'busy' in site. basically its all Civil Engineering Works that are on going, but it requires initial works from Electrical Dept. and Constant co-ordination. Post has been edited since, i was actually bitching about someone whom i dont like at all. Well, folks who work with me knows whos this person...so i leave ...

Live & Let Live! The song goes... I am my Own Man, I do My Own Thing....... Yeah! of course...every human being is an individual, with seperate identities, mannerisms, charachter, likes and dislikes! When these individual human beings contribute together, the society is formed. in a society, there is give and take, acceptance of another's being, undestanding of each others characters and so on. for me, I was brought up in a household, where i was taught it was impolite even to point you finger, let alone comment on another individual. my mother and the sunday school taught me... If you point ONE FINGER at another person, Remember, 4 FINGERS are pointing back at you! But all those old school morals are gone now. The youth of today (i have met many in the very circle i mingle) doesnt care if they hurt another individuals feelings by commenting on him or her! We all have our own space! if somebody penetrates that space , be it physically or verbally, the most automatic response is...

what title do i give it? Why I Write? Why Do I Write? I don’t Know! Why Do I Write? May be To Express My Self. I write the same way as I Speak. I Speak the same way as I think. So it's all direct from the heart and quite often spontaneous. I am not a master at stringing words like some of my friends who have a knack to line up words to express their feelings with the correct rhyming and all that poetry mumbo jumbo! I do wish that I could join some creative workshop and learn how to use words more appropriately, but then, I am too shy to show them my earlier written works – I am a closet writer and lyricist! So, what I felt about the partiality or sort of apartheid in the work place or society in the Middle East, especially in Dubai and Abu Dhabi where I work, I wrote down these words. I don’t have any title for these words – I can't call it a poem because a poem must have all the poem mumbo jumbo like rhyming etc. So To all those who ever read these words, if you could come up ...

Earlier, I used to feel so lonley. I was basically an introvert, who as a child used to run and hide whenever guests came to my home! I used to find it difficult to introduce myself and talk with them. This stayed with me almost till my high school! But when i started my engineering college life in a place thats quite far away from my home, i had to interact with new people and make new friends - i had to change myself i had to get out off my shell i had to interact with people i had to lose the fear! and i did lose it. But making friends was always difficult for me. If i made a friend, it was for life. But i was not making many friends and those i have made are still friends. Then again i felt lonley! Then, as a rule of survival of the fittest - i had to evolve - make friends...go out and make the effort! I did! I got a lot of friends and my days are not so lonley!! i got a lot of pals through orkut - I had joined orkut just for the whim of it an i found that there was a communityt ca...

Is there any true love? I remember reading one story about Birbal , the Mughal Emperor Akbar’s minister, one of the navratnas of Akbar's court! Akbar and Birbal are arguing on "Love". Akbar states that a Mother’s love for her child is the greatest kind of Love on the earth. Birbal states that the greatest love on earth is the love for oneself, one of self preservation. Akbar challenges Birbal to prove it. Birbal arranges a female monkey and its child to be put into a deep pit and the pit to be flooded with water gradually. The female monkey first tries to protect its child by keeping it on hits head and at one stage when it realises that the water has risen to such a level that it will drown, it throws the baby away, tries and escapes from the pit. The female monkey knew that since it is alive, it could have other babies, but if its own life is gone, where would the babies come from? Is there true love? No! All love is conditional. There is a catch with each and e...

Musings for the Day! A few days back I was going through the "Gulf News" and I found an Advertisement "Revolutionary Property prices" with a large Silhouette of Che’ Guevara in the back ground! I wonder what a proper Revolutionist like Che had to do with Real Estate in Dubai? I am not a communist or a revolutionist, but in don’t like the fact that these morons are using Che as a copywriter’s brainwave to jack up the value of the Ad. Che stood for something that what the Ad is trying to promote – fightig against inequality in the people. Who lives in the Free Holds? Richie Riches and wannabe Richie Riches! Where does equality come into the picture here when a crap copywriter puts Che’s picture as an eye catcher for the Ad with a tag line "Revolutionary Property Prices"?? Advertisements should entertain and let you remember the product when you go for shopping!!And not put some crap ideas and feel that the people will remember the stuff and buy the product. ...

You, My Friend You, My Friend! Where are you? Don’t you ever think of the days we were together? How we met and how we gelled? What fun we had together with all our pals! How we cried over broken hearts and broken bones! You, My Friend! What do you do? Don’t you ever think of the future we together planned? How we argued over what the future holds? Reasonable ambitions with achievable targets! Little Little wishes that were waiting to be fulfilled! You, My Friend! Why Don’t you Call? Don’t you remember our promise to stay in touch? How we called ourselves blood brothers! Born different, but one as an entity? I miss your calls and the get-togethers we used to have. You, My friend! Why have you changed? Don’t you remember our ideals and ethics of our youth? Standing against the society, the evils and the corruption! High ideals, reasonable sense!We were about to change the World! You, my Friend! Why are you like this? Don’t you remember the good old you, fo...