Against reservation...

Its been a long time since I wrote anything here...
Seems ,'twas the 'josh' of initial few days (as usual :-) )

But yesterday the incident that happened made me leave aside all my laziness and pour my thoughts here once again..

I have been a part of a lot of anti-reservation discussions. When it comes to speaking or better to put it as arguing (;-)), I am the one whos ready for them. But when it comes to act... !!$#@%$@

This is what happened when Radhika called me up to join the maha-rally being organised in Bangalore on 28th May. Speaking was a different thing, but did I really believe in this rally stuff?? I was not sure about it. Again the same thoughts came back, what difference will it make. Nothing is happening since so long and nothing can even move these ministers. People have been protesting since so long. When they couldnt do anything, will my going in for the rally help??? Well, still fighting with my own thoughts, I decided that whether I believe in it or not, whether it will affect anyone or not, I WILL go. At least, I would be satisfied that I did something against reservation, though in small capacity.

I was still not sure about this when Vidhan called( or was it me who called him??? whatever!!). And so I discussed all these things with him as well. I sounded very different from what I had been experiencing since Radhika called. I was more confident about my participation in the rally.

Next morning was a surprise when he also turned up for the rally :-) (I can be very inspiring sometimes :-) )
And so three of us set off to become a part of the group who like us were against reservation(and who were confident about their participation :-) )We were a bit disappointed when not many people had turned up. But as the time went by, we were a group of 5000 odd people.

We were making all sorts of banners against reservation (sometimes against the backward classes as well. I guess that comes with the show) Our banners had thoughts like, "If OBC medicos can work, let them treat ministers", "Indian team-World Cup'07- 1. tendulkar 2.Dhoni 3.pathan 4.sc-1 5.sc-2 6. st-1 7.st-2 8,9,10,11-OBC", "Nehru never wanted it, why do you" and others. The rally started around 10:15 am, with the entire crowd shouting slogans against reservation and the government. The best part was that it was not just the youngsters who had joined in, but several senior people could also be seen. We rallied for around 5km(approx 3hours) forming chains and shouting slogans at the top of our voices.

The rally came to an end at around 2pm and so did our enthu :-).. When I cam back home, I was glad that I had participated. I knew that my participation had made a difference, to me and to everyone!

I have had thoughts about revolting against injustice a lot many times but this was the first time I did it!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope to do it again :-)

Mental Typewriter.. Geeeeee!!!!!

A new mental type writer has been deviced where the user need not use his hands for typing. We have to think what we want to do,by sitting before the computer, and it will be typed automatically by this typewriter.....

http://www.newscientist.com/channel/info-tech/dn8826.html

If it can type whatever you think, then oopppsss.... Its gonna be dangerous ;-)))

Colours, colours, colours...

Painting is my hobby and so colours have always attracted me. And so this blog....

Today on our coffee table we were having discussions about the spinning of a coin(where my friends were trying all possible ways to spin a poor 5 rupee coin).I dont remember when this discussion shifted to the spinning of a wheel with colours(Since we are experts in making sense out of non-sense and non-sense out of sense.. So it doesnt matter anyways :-) )
Our interest shifted from the colours of a rainbow to primary colours in no time (the colour of our sandwich aunty's saree brought light to the difference between indigo and violet ;-) ) and I was wondering why we have different theory for primary colours.

Being a software engineer, R(red)G(green)B(blue) are the three primary colours that I can think of. But ever wondered then, why our physics books talked about red, blue and yellow as the primary colours.

Well, lets explore...

Upon surfing through the net, I found that there are two types of primary colours, additive and subtractive. Doesnt make sense? Neither to me.. Lets explore more...
(courtesy: http://www.colourtherapyhealing.com/colour/primary_colours.php)
Additive primary colours are used when we are dealing with mixing emitted light. The additive primary colours are red, green and blue. All colours (well not really all) can be produced by mixing these three colours. An example of their use is on a computer monitor, where varying intensities of red, green and blue light are used to create the colours we see. If full intensity red, green, and blue are mixed we get white light.
Subtractive primary colours are used when we are dealing with reflected light. Because of this we use them when we are mixing paints or inks. The subtractive primary colours are cyan, magenta and yellow. A printer, for example, mixes these three colours to produce different colours on the paper. If we mix full intensity cyan, magenta and yellow, we get black.

NOW THE CONFUSION:

The confusion normally arises early in school when we are very young and are using paint or crayons. If we need to create a colour that we do not have, then of course we should mix the right proportions of the subtractive primary colours - cyan, magenta and yellow. However, it is very rare that we will find cyan or magenta paint or crayons amongst the selection given to a young child(thats true :-( ), so our teacher helpfully advises us to use red as an approximation to magenta, and blue as an approximation to cyan. And that's it, from that moment on we believe that we can mix red, yellow, and blue to make any colour, and that they therefore must be primary colours.

Just to add a bit of confusion to the terminology, the secondary colours of emitted light are the primary colours of reflected light. This can often confuse people into thinking that CMY are just secondaries, when in fact they are primaries.

Hmm... gotcha!!! :-)
So if I spin my friend in front of the wheel with the three primary colours, what color does he see?????
Black, irrespective of the type of primary colour ;-);-) [Donno whether he'll see stars as well.. We didnt discuss this :-( , maybe tomorrow ;-)]

Car or me???????

Again I did it and again he was angry!!!!!!
Ufff....
Many a times I wonder whos more important to him, me or the car????
I usually travel a lot in one of my friends' cars. And always end up closing the door of his car with a BANGGG!!!! He really gets pissed off by it but I cant help it. I always make sure to close it with full care and end up either not closing it properly or.... :-(
Nowadays he has actually started shouting at me because of that. Sometimes I take it lightly but at other times I get angry myself. Is that car soo important that my friend SHOUTS at me for no fault of mine at all. Getting scolded for a deliberate action of yours makes sense, but getting scolded for something over which you didnt have any control really makes me angry as well...

I have always wondered what is it in these things that boys get so possessive about? What makes their heart go out for them when someone hurts them but no heart when they hurt you. I really wonder....

Puzzled, I have started envying that lifeless car now :-(................................

Game of name...

When I was in Nursery, my name was Nisha.
But somebody told my parents that it means darkness(which is negative) and so they changed it.
I like that name a lot(You can make it out from my blog also. I have used the same name here).
But my love for that name knew no heights when Madhuri Dixit's(who happens to be my favourite actress) name was also Nisha in Hum Aapke hain kaun? There is even a song with that name in it. My name does not come in any of the songs except in some political speeches or refering to some environmental treasures ( Btw my name means treasure.. Not bad huhhh :-) )....
But............. Nisha is better :-)

But does the name really matter. Imagine what gives us the power of responding to someone who calls our name. Sometimes I wonder when anybody asks me what my name is, will I remember it or not?????? Its not what I use the most but its what I have responded to the most!

I have seen my sister spending so much time in deciding a name for her daughter. And whatever they chose, now my niece's identity is that. Its so strange that someone else has made our basic identity in this world. Once decided, it stays with us, no matter what! And then we say that we are "self-made".

But, I guess its all in the name. The world knows me by my name. Imagine people can even tell my future based on my name. I really wonder whether my future would change if I changed my name to Nisha? ;-)

Where do you go?

Where are we going in this race of life?
We are educated, well bred, smart and professional but still do we hold the same family values that our parents had?
Are we ready to give our children what our parents have given us?
I always wonder, whether in this race of equality and being the best, are we leaving something behind us. Something more valuable than money.
I still remember, when I used to come back from school I used to get nice scoldings for not eating a bowl of pulses. Now, I dont like my meals without it. Will I be there to ensure the same for my daughter?
When I came back from school/college, I would spend hours telling my mom what happened. When she was asleep, I would wake her up by making all sorts of noises ancd make sure that she listens to each and every bit of news that I have to give her. I could not wait till she got up from bed. Will I be there for my daughter to pour her heart out when she wanted to?
I never liked to have my lunch alone and would ask my mom to make fresh rotis and sit with me while I eat. Will I be there when my daughter will have her lunch?
I will be successful and I will be satisfied professionally. But will that make me happy? Will I share the same bonding with my daughter like I share with my mom.
These and a lot many things really make me wonder whether this race of getting the best in my professional life is really worth all the loss that I will have in future?
Where does this all take me to????????