Feasting.

Post ShivRatri fast the first thing that came to my mind is why do we fast ?

"I'll fast today"I announce."Me Too" adds my daughter on an asthami day when my wife is fasting.

We are both excited about the fasting thing for the simple reason that when it comes to fasting,its more of feasting, with different dishes on table than a normal day.

Among us Gujaratis there is saying,"Gujarati ni aankh ne modhu saathe khule".Roughly translated it means:"Ours eyes and mouths open together first thing in the morning"

A Gujarati can't savor his morning tea without his theplas.

Wikipedia defines fasting as :Fasting is primarily an act of willing abstinence or reduction from certain or all food, drink, or both, for a period of time. An absolute fast is normally defined as abstinence from all food and liquid for a defined period, usually a single day (24 hours), or several days. Other fasts may be only partially restrictive, limiting particular foods or substances. The fast may also be intermittent in nature

Typically, religious fasting is undertaken with the purpose of going closer to God and one is expected to engage in spiritual pursuits and prayers. Also it is healthy to fast periodically as one grows older.

Some say,Fasting allegedly gives you miracle power.So,Next time you need a mountain moved, call a modeling agency to have them send over one of their girls to do the job.

Some preachers are so far gone they think personal sin doesn’t matter as long as they skip lunch the next day to show God how sorry they are till the next pretty dish comes along to tempt them.

In India with surfeit of Gods if we all started propitiating each of them we shall end up eating nothing all 365 days of the year.

Sometimes I ask myself a very simple question:Why did God give us teeth if chewing is such a sin? Why didn’t He just give us a gas tank like a car, so we could just go guzzle our dinner at Bharat Petroleum ?

Don’t dig your spiritual grave with your own teeth. Lay down your fork and pick up your straw.

Preachers tell you to at least fast till sunset. So what if you live up in Alaska where the sun doesn’t set in summer for months on end?  Does God expect you to kill yourself?

For me fasting has always been till the break fast.Or more often,that 10 minutes that missus takes in making the plates at the dining table.Those ten minutes are the longest time doing a penance of some sort.

Personally I have nothing against people doing their fasting. Morari Bapu who has been giving 9 day-long sermons (kathaas) in both Gujarati and Hindi all over the world—is strictly against fasting.He has in his many sermons mentioned that he himself does not fast for a single day in all 365 days except on Hanuman Jayanti.

But there are all kinds and its basically the religious strictures that have made this fasting thing so popular.Santoshi Mata movie did such a raving business in India and thereafter almost half of India went viral doing that Santoshi Mata Vrats on every Friday.

Personally I have nothing against such beliefs.I am more of "To each his own" kind of person.

I remember sometimes on a strict fast, I would raid that fridge midnight and gorge 6000 calories to make up for the 2000 calories I lost  not eating during the day light hours !!

Fasting is not restricted to the Hindus alone. All major religions have fasting in some form or the other. Christians fast during Lent and Muslims during the month of Ramzan.  Muslims are allowed to eat before sunrise and after sunset, but forgo even water during the day, which can be really tough since the month typically falls during summer. Jains have several ways of fasting too.

Do you feel that one can get closer to God only by fasting?

My mantra:Eat,drink and be merry...till gluttony do us apart.

F(e)asting through Feasting ;-)

Marinating ; Not Ageing

Birthdays are like life's little high fives that you survived another year.

A birthday can be seen as a serious or joyful time depending on one's age and one's attitude towards life. Another year has passed and we look back on failures and successes. We think about our goals for the future and reflect on the past year. These are all thoughts that may come up on a birthday, but the main thing is to use a birthday as an opportunity to celebrate life and be joyful for the chance to be with friends and family.

Some notables, particularly monarchs, have an official birthday on a fixed day of the year, which may not necessarily match the day of their birth, but on which celebrations are held.For Example:

Jesus Christ's Birthday is Celebrated as Christmas.

      

But I am no Jesus Christ and my birthday is on 14^th January, which coincidentally is a Makar Sankranti.

Makara Sankranti is one of the most auspicious occasions for the Hindus, and is celebrated in almost all parts of India.It is a harvest festival.

Makara means Capricorn Zodiac Sign and Sankranti means transition of the Sun from one zodiac sign to another. Thus Makar Sankranti is the day that marks the transition of the Sun into Makara rashi (Capricorn) on its celestial path.The day is also believed to mark the arrival of spring in India.

Makara Sankranti is a solar event making it perhaps the only Indian festival whose date always falls on the same day every year: 14 January, with some exceptions, when the festival is celebrated on 13 January or 15 January.

It’s hard to not connect birthdays to aging once you reach the mid-forties. Is that really how old I am?

They say,Age is just a number…and truly so..

A co-blogger who writes under his pseudo name Whatho describes the age very succinctly.

"The youngest atom in the body is more than a billion years old. Hydrogen, the most abundantly found element, is nearly 14 billion years old and was produced during the Big Bang. Carbon and oxygen atoms are between 7 and 10 billion years old. In other words, we are really really ancient. What’s another 20 or 46 or 72 years in this cosmic scheme of things?

Cells in our body die every second and new ones replace them. In a sense, we are re-created with each passing moment. A liver refreshes itself in 3 months. Taste buds in 2 weeks. The lung’s surface in 3 weeks. The heart refreshes 2-3 times over a lifetime. Cells in the intestine in 2 days. In fact, only our eyes are as old are we are, not undergoing transformation over time.

So we are made of ancient cosmic dust but renew ourselves in some cases as often as every 2 days and sometimes never?"

So how old did you say I was?

45 years?? 2days?? or14 billion years old??

Okay. Didn’t I say that age is just a number?

Birthdays for sure makes you nostalgic.

“Nostalgia is not very good news for the nostalgic. The elegy of age lies a layer below the surface, trying hard but unable to hide. As the present hurries along towards the future at its usual frenetic pace, the draw of the past persuades one to pause in contemplation, unredeemed by any practical definition of utility. But nostalgia is not the sadness of an end; it is search, melancholic maybe, for nuggets in the rubbish dump of time”.

Birthdays like new year resolutions are the season to take stock of your life, to reflect on what was, and the endlessly optimistic possibilities of what can be

Self-restraint, willpower and commitment are those annoyingly mocking adjectives that everybody else seem to embody except you yourself, which seemingly is really frustrating. But didn’t the great Aristotle say “We are what we repeatedly do”

So the resolution of this birthday:remain the way you are apart from a slight twitch here or there. Plan something doable since you can’t change yourself in one burst…If you haven’t succeeded in changing yourself all these years you won’t in future too…

Live life king-size…that being my mantra I am galloping into the future one year at a time…

Your Wishes and Blessings Solicited.

I am not Ageing,I am Marinating :-)

Happy Birthday to me.!!

My Kali Kills.

I completed my descent into cynicism,and I personally don't feel it can go further down.It reached such a rock bottom that even the Rupee called me up on my cell to ask as to how it feels being there at the bottom.

But frankly I am in no jovial mood today.Desperation is writ large all over my face.

I would there fore not crib today about all that is wrong with the society and country at large..

Today I will not crib as to why I live in a country where a girl called Nirbhaya (yes our politicos coined this word so that they are seen doing politically correct thing) is brutally gang raped,and who subsequently dies in the most gory fashion hitherto not seen or heard.As if that was enough our courts lets go a Juvenile with a simple three years imprisonment,just because he was under eighteen,but quiet capable of committing a gut wrenching crime.

While its okay appreciating the Junior Idols making a mark in India's Musical History,this Junior Rapist thing is beyond my humble comprehension.

Today I will not be cynical and accept lying down the fact that a photojournalist of 22 years is again gang raped at Shakti Mills in Mumbai by five people.They are apprehended and arrested.But I will still keep my fingers crossed for our legal system,our so called  fast track courts that have "drive slow" stickers all around them.

Today I will not enrage seeing men as besharam,brazen,cowards,hunting in packs.Gadaffis of Gang rape.

Today I will not shout from rooftop that we men have taken you for granted,lost you in the game of dice and disrobed you over 3000 years ago.

You all go crib,resent,get angry,aggrieved,ignite your candles,inscribe your petitions....I am sitting pretty cool.For I have reached the bottom of my cynicism.

Today frankly I am in no mood to lambaste our politicians for bringing this country to the brink of catastrophe.No I am not going to rue the fact that CAD is going out of hands,growth is at all time low.Corruption at all time high.

Today I am not going to outrage the fact that some Godman,in his wisdom molests a teenage and the law goes scurring around just to apprehend him for 10 long days...We as citizens deserve such Godmens..His Assholiness if you may permit.

We have become amoral,antiseptic,anarchic,illicit..."Sab thik thak hain"type of syndrome.

Today I will not outrage the fact,that we have lost our etiquette,Chivalry is Passe.Opening doors for woman has become so 16th century thing.Grace is just about extinct.

I can go on and on ....

But I have a different woman in mind,that gives me hope and optimism too...

"My Kali Kills,My Draupadi strips.My Sita Climbs on the lap of a stranger.All my women militate.They belittle Kings.Take in the Sun...

Go lady go..Take it upon yourself and thrash those idiots sitting there with what ever weapons you have..Take them headlong..Smash them,belittle them..Do it with all your might.

God helps them those who help themselves..

I am sure you all have within you...

Let my cynicism belied.

AMEN.

The Triangle that Unites India...Samosas.

I know many of you reading this blog, and Rakhi Sawant,love the monsoon rains. I am not a big fan of monsoon rains.Only time I loved this monsoon rains was when I was in school and the early morning heavy outburst would mean no school,and today I mostly love rains only when it pours in the morning,which effectively means I am not suppose to go to the Gym and can stay back and do some serious reading (which effectively means,when translated into Gujarati that I will spend time putting up idiotic status update on my Facebook page, troll on twitter, and interact with wimmens.)

Now when you think of monsoons the first thing that comes to mind,are two passionate lovers,drenched in water,wet sarees,sing a duet under an umbrella,oblivious of the rains.(Pyar hua iqraar hua )

The purpose of this blog is not to sing paeans about the monsoon rains and romanticism associated with it,but to consider the thought of Samosas that comes to mind with the first drizzle.

If you have been living in Calcutta (I  hate calling it Kolkotta) and if you have not heard of Tiwari"s Samosas it only means you’ve been living under a rock in some remote medieval outpost,where the only sound bites you heard were of Bhadraloks shouting hilsa fish and Mamata's Di"s tantrums.But the bhadraloks and general populace of Bengal still prefer calling it Singharas

I,for one,would like my singharas fillings heavily spiced (Tiwari's style),crust over fried,almost brownish.My daughters first crush with the Junk food was a samosa and she would only eat its crust and fillings were left for us parents to savor.

A samosa or samoosa is a fried or baked pastry with a savory filling, such as spiced potatoes, onions, peas, lentils, The size, shape and consistency may vary, but typically, they are distinctly triangular.

One great thing about samosas or singharas (U prefer) is its universal appeal.There is no such thing as authentic samosas.you have all sorts of it depending on the region.Eastern India has its fillings with mashed potatoes.Down south you find aloo free samosas.In Delhi they have invented a Bastardised form of samosas where the fillings might be anything from chowmein to babycorn, carrots, and even Maggi noodles(Chinese Samosa)

In Pakistan, they stuff them with heavily spiced meat.

The samosa has been a popular snack in the South Asia for centuries. It is believed to have originated in Middle East (where it is known as sambosa) prior to the 10th century. Abolfazl Beyhaqi (995-1077), an Iranian historian mentioned it in his history, Tarikh-e Beyhaghi.it was introduced to theArabian subcontinent in the 13th or 14th century by traders from the region.

Amir Khusro (1253–1325), a scholar and the royal poet of the Delhi Sultanate, wrote in around 1300 that the princes and nobles enjoyed the "samosa prepared from meat, ghee, onion and so on".

Ibn Battuta, the 14th-century traveller and explorer, describes a meal at the court of Muhammad bin Tughluq where the samushak or sambusak, a small pie stuffed with minced meat, almonds, pistachio, walnuts and spices, was served before the third course, of pulao.

Many otherwise rational people disdain street chowmein as tasteless, starchy junk; papri-chat is too sour for some, jalebis too sweet for others,pani puri to unhygienic  But everyone likes a samosa. They unite us.

Some Hygienic kind like their samosas baked.Saves calories.I even once tried ordering samosas at a five star joint once,but later on refrained since the menu card had some funny nomenclature for it:"baked pastry stuffed with lentils hand-picked in the emerald green lap of the Vindhyas, accompanied by a golden lentil soup that was gently simmered over the smouldering kisses of angels.”(Calorie conscious idiots...Ufff..)

Nako re baba...I'll rather stick to road side stuffed samosas.

Seriously if you ask me,its not Bankim Chandra Chatterjee"s Vande Matram or Rabindra Nath Tagore's Jana Gana Mana that has united the nation,but this Triangle called Samosas.

So this monsoon when billion people trudge to their work millions of samosas will sizzle in millions of kadhai,and millions will pass through those sizzling kadhai,with only thought in their mind,bunk work,and savor those samosas with garma garam chai,as the clouds gather.

One of them will be you,so what are you waiting for?

An Open Letter to my daughter...KHYATEE.

6th June 2013.

A sense of trepidation engulfs the atmosphere of our house.

All three of us,my wife me and my daughter,all nervous ,and all putting up a brave face.

I enter into my daughters room and tell her not to worry much about her ensuing board result.

She on her part ensures that nervousness is not writ large on her face,and says "I am OK dad"

That reassures me.

I am nervous too.Can't concentrate in my office. We all plan to see a movie "Yeh jawani Hai Diwani".

7th June 2013.The D day.

I wake up early. Khyatee takes her time to wake up.When she finally wakes up we both exchange our smiles and hide our anxieties.We both watch Tom and Jerry and some odd songs.

I called my office to inform not to disturb me till well unto 3 pm.Missus in her Prayer mode.I am pacing up and down my drawing room,finally as the clock struck 1 o'clock my wife announces that Khyatee Scores 94%

We all heave a sigh of relief and congratulatory messages started flying thick and fast.

Let me confess,I have been never so nervous before.Being in Business I take decisions in split seconds,big deals made without a hint of nervousness.But this one was different.

An Open letter to Khyatee..

Today is your day,my dear.

Even though you've been patient with all of my advice, please indulge me once more before you head off to graduate school. Over the next weeks and months, you will receive all kinds of congratulations and praise. And deservedly so. You’ll be congratulated for your academic record and acceptance at a top graduate school. You’ll be told you can achieve anything you want to achieve. 


A lot of things must be rushing  through your mind and must be producing mixed emotions.

You must be recalling those days of struggle -- the countless hours spent studying preparing projects, agonizing over possible test results -- and relief passes through you as you realize that they are finally over. 

You will miss your class rooms,your friends,your teachers.

The best thing I can do today is to share my perspective with you,which I have painstakingly gathered over a period of time,and learnt the hard way.

Stay Focused:Have a clear vision as to what you really want to do.Set your goals high.Don't indulge in picking low fruits.If you aim low you will find the  challenge insufficient and your efforts too shallow.Don't aim too high either.You may face difficulty in hitting your target and cause frustration.

The standards XI and XII will set the pace as to what you actually want to achieve in your life.The subjects you choose and the stream you follow must be those that interest you the most.Remember,every one is not cut out to be a Doctor,Engineer,or a MBA..

Pursue the subjects that makes your adrenaline rush faster.Just because some of your friends have chosen a particular subject should not be reason for you to bother.To each his own.

Once decided,go all out and thrash a deal with your own self:This is where I want to be.

You may, en route to your goal,require to revise your plan.change the strategy. Do it and stick steadfastly to it.Its never too late to change for better.

I have saved the best for last that you may remember it best: Always pray to God for guidance and strength in all your endeavors. No matter how well you plan and how hard you work, without His blessing, all will be in vain. 

Today,more specifically being your day ,I'll keep it short.I know you can do without a lecture,but being your Dad have done so nonetheless.

Today somehow the words seem to fail me...

A big Congratulations to you once again...

Dad.

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FORGET ME NOT

How Often one does outrages one’s OWN TRUE  NATURE…

When it’s all in a family, things get so much easier…and You all are a Family..

Now since it’s all in the family, let me confess that I belong to the Memory Challenged  Club,

Once, Long ago I had sharp memory, which has decided to retire to the Southern Hemisphere of my brain to an obscure village where in there are no phones…

You just give a blind stare to someone at a marriage ceremony and  promptly fail to figure out who the hell He/She is…and it turns out that she’s your aunty who you have not met since ages, and she is the living encyclopedia on the Earth ,knowing each tit bits about you…*Awkward Moment*.

God in his wisdom, when HE created me, was not in his best of moods, or may be had that brawl with better half, which left him stunned and stoned and he was not at all paying attention to my creation…specially the Cranium Part…

Or else how do you explain my sudden fits of memory loss…more often going on long vacations…

Many a times it(the name) is poised on the tip of my tongue…I struggle to remember, and hey presto!!! Next minute it’s not even lurking in the remotest corner of my spleen….PHEW……….

You tell me to relate instances of yore days ,when I was still a child and I will possibly relate the experiences extempore, ask me to remember the name of my next door neighbor or a business associate with whom I interact on a regular basis, and I am blank…

Not to talk of keys, wallets, mobiles, debit cards, driving license, glares and Specs etc.. Which I am wont to forget and the whole Universe comes Crashing down.

I call someone on phone and forget who the hell I am calling in the first place, the phone at the other end gets picked up and I am aghast….how do I start conversation without knowing who did I call for that matter..!!!

It still is a mystery to me and even to the God who created me how on earth did I get through those History lessons, where they asked when was Akbar Born and in which year the Battle of Plessey was fought..

And Songs, now please don’t even mention it…I love songs and music and all that…but don’t even bother to hear me sing with right lyrics…my wife and daughter tell me to even sing slowly, in low volume even in my bathroom, lest the lyrics writer might commit a hara-kiri, but not  before they both tumble down in agony!!!!!!!.

“It stands to reason that as you approach the final portion of life your brain becomes overstuffed with education, business acumen, sports stats, the latest Income Tax Act and Company’s law with Myriad sections and subsections and trivia, trivia, trivia. There can be room for only so much in a single cranium and when you go to squeeze something additional in, especially something as mundane as where you put the TV remote or such other things often get temporarily displaced”So says the Psychologists….

A possible answer to this over-stuffed brain problem is suggested by comedian Steve Martin in a 1998 New Yorker magazine article: “One solution for older men is to take all the superfluous data swirling around in the brain and download it into the newly large stomach, where there is plenty of room. This frees the brain to house more relevant information, like the particularly troublesome ‘days of the week.’” 

Not very practical, but at this point I would be willing to try anything. The amount of Girth I have around my Stomach,I possibly can intake not only my Brains's overstuffed trivia but of possibly half the neighborhood's brains stuff....!!!!!!!!

We are introduced to lovable but forgetful characters early in life. The beloved bear, Winnie the Pooh, had a bad memory. Forgetful Jones, a cowboy who can’t remember, appeared in many Muppet’s TV episodes and movies. Dory, one of the main characters in the hugely popular animated film Finding Nemo, can’t remember if she’s coming or going.This and other such instances give a solace to my life…that its not the age but even children suffer from such idiosyncrasies…

Juveniles of all ages have laughed at substance-induced forgetfulness…New phrases about forgetting have made their way into our vernacular – having a senior moment, a menopause moment,

The Young ones have a new lingo on forgetfulness…….There are text message abbreviations for not being able to remember, like CRAFT (can’t remember a freaking thing) and CRS (can’t remember s*#t), so it’s not just us older folks who have trouble remembering. 

P.G Wodehouse’s Goofy, aristocratic Bertie Wooster had the incomparable Jeeves to pull him out of scrapes,make him magical cures for hangover,lay out his clothes,serve his meals and tell what "hoochie coocher" meant."One of those demotic American worders for ardent spirit".

Some like me are not blessed with dream character like Jeeves and his Jeevesian Perfection.

Missus being privy to my predicament,gets philosophical:

“Your dementia is child like and harmless but what about the whole lot of Political class who've forgot to Rule and Govern,

The judiciary is in mess and forgets to judiciously decide cases,

Police  forgets to protect,

Teachers’s have forgotten to teach sincerely,

Doctors have forgotten to treat patients  right with smile and care,

Our Parliament forgets to function and legislate,

Our Society as a whole forgets to Treat Women Right

 Above all our Citizens also forgets to VOTE for the right candidate…”

Hmm….Point Taken Madameji….

And I added my two bits tooo...

Ekta Kapoor forgets to END her Saas Bahu Serials…and Bade Ache Lagte hain….

Rakhi Sawant forgets to control her tantrums……

The list is endless…..

Now before I forget to end this blog ………..

Cheerio………..

Don’t forget to add your comments, all those especially not suffering from dementia…..or else I may go find an appropriate impregnable wall to bang my head on………..

Wait. Wait….Now Where’s the Wall……….!!!!!!!!!:-))))))

Love At First Sight....

It was almost same time last year….

I saw her for the first time at a friend’s office and it was almost instant Love at First Sight…

We were introduced to each other through a common friend,I just couldn’t take my eyes of her…

Colourful, Vivacious, Bright and Beautiful, Curvaceous, with lots of IQ and Memory.

I wanted her and possibly no power on this earth could stop me.I was hell bent on Marrying her and Adore my Newly Built Office.My Friend ,Philosopher and Guide.Bold and Beautiful…Silvery Eyed and Silvery Coloured…

My fascination for colour Silver Knows no Bound.From my Car to my Scooter to my Office’s Interior.You’ll find that tinge of Silver everywhere,and not to mention my Business of Silver too.

I vividly remember. It was 6^th of May, last year, the Auspicious Day of Akshay Trithiya when this Love of Mine,yes my Sony Vaio Laptop,All Silvery was Delivered to me in a beautifully packed bag
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I fondled with her and all those who laid their eyes on her were all appreciative of my choice and sang eulogies in her praise.

She was in a sense my new Love. A Newly found girlfriend.
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And ,Yes I treated her like one…Draped her in beautiful covers,  Gave her the latest anti-virus software. Designer Screensavers. And I was Monogamous to a fault. I never had another Laptop as Standby. And I trusted her so implicitly I never even backed up. I pampered her with regular defragmentation treatments. And I was always attentive to her needs. I tried my best to make sure she was never left turned on -- although often, after I was done, I’d want nothing more than to just roll over and go to sleep. But I’d lovingly wait till all her processes were finished before gently shutting her down for the night.

And then she goes and does this? We were together barely over a year. Did she feel I was neglecting her lately? Did she overhear me say I was thinking of getting a BlackBerry? Oh No…I Already Had One…Maybe she felt ignored. But Why, Why Why????????

One Fine Morning the Moment I went to Bring her to Life and she would refuse to Illuminate,Wouldn’t start.I possibly missed a Heart Bit or two.What on the Earth went wrong??? You don’t need to Start the Day Screaming, Panting and Puffing,But here’s my Love who would go Blank Unannounced.

I Know the tantrums of Newly found Girl Friends.But then You always made up,but not this time.I Immediately went overboard.Calling the Best Hardware/Software Engineers in town.I can Multitask and people say  I perform best in crisis.But who needs a Crisis of This Proportion.Why On Earth something of this kind should happen to a Lover Boy like me.Did I hurt her feelings,possibly unknowingly and was that such a Bad experience for her that she just refuses to come to Life.

Thirty minutes into Crisis and comes the final announcement by the Hardware Engineers from Sony Corpn.

“Sir, The Mother Board has crashed”

I Rolled my eyes in Disbelief till the sockets almost came out….”What" I Exclaimed….

‘You Must be Nuts”…We Have barely started our Life Together and Now you say that the Mother Board has Crashed” You Must be a Dumb that those Institutions called Engineering Colleges Throw out every four years” IT Paradaemics. Useless Morons.

He could sense my anger and very patiently explained me that such things happen and would not take him more than a Week to replace the mother board and things will be back to Normal and you can then Live Happily Ever after.

I saw him taking away my life with him nonchalantly.It was one of those rare sights which Possibly I would avoid seeing in my life,waving me “Bye Sir, One Week Only”

I tweeted,I updated my FB Status and explained the Agony to my friends I was going through,I got six LIKES and Eleven Comments some cracking farcical jokes at my expense and others soothing me with comments like “ Bhagwan Aisa Dukh Kisi Ko Na De”

And Now I am without my Love. A week is a Long time.Ask any love birds, but then you got to live with it.

Seven days,Turned into twelv,and every time I grumble,you are greeted with those Monotonous Back Office Shit talking Girl who’d explain why it could not be delivered in time.

And if you think that the Malaise ends here,you and I are both sadly mistaken.

Next day around it was my Black Berry.It slips out of my hand unannounced and Dead it goes.Phew….Felt like tearing every bit of thin hairs left on my head,but decided against it.

Few frantic calls from my land phone to known people,all in vain.

So here I am,No BB,No Laptop.And did I sleep peacefully.Nah....

Next morning I am wide awake and kicking,all my connections explored,finally a ray of Hope.The Hardware fellow says can do it in Flat two hours.

God has been kind to me,as often he is,and Yes the Software was Formatted, data Lost and Thereafter Recovered Since my BB comes with Some Software called Blackberry Protect,Which did the needful.Smart Phone I say.

But in all this hurly burly and much heart ache a Pertinent Question began to Haunt me :

The Modern Fascination for New Technologies makes me think what Henry Dravid Thoreau said: “Our Inventions are wont to be Pretty Toys, which distract our attention from serious things”

Neil Postman American Educator and Media Theorist is of the opinion that one of the dangers of New Technologies is that they become Myth-Like and assume status they don’t deserve, and we come to Idolize them in an Unthinking Manner….

The WWW…The World Wide Web,plethora of information,those social platforms,Tweeter,Facebook.etc etc etc…..

First thing that a person does when he wakes up in the morning is to check the number of Likes and Comments on his FB Updates and Mentions and RTs on his Twitter update,the more the better.It massages our Egos.

We are drowning in a Glut of information fed by technology, but what we lack today is the Narrative, the loom that allows us to knit together.

We are living in a Virtual World.Even friends and girlfriends are bereft of that soft touch, a caring touch,that all makes us more Humane,it’s all on the NET,sometimes REAL and More often than not FAKE.

What we all need is that “Idleness”, that “Spare” Time,to think to introspect, to listen to that distant humming bird,to appreciate that Scarlet Tangerine Colored Joy of that Rising Sunshine.That Enchanted wet mornings, as if star light have fallen into glistening rain drops.

“Dance me on sand to the rhythm of ocean waves, waltz me to the edges of a scarlet-amber sunset, and jig me in circles to a wild gypsy fiddle.” No ways. We have forgotten our Poems.

We are all engrossed,in heaps of Information.Mostly Unnecessary.

Let us all come out of this.Take that course of “DIGITAL DIET”,a SABATTICAL FROM WWW.

MAY BE WE WILL SEE THE BEAUTY OF OUR LIVES ONCE AGAIN ….

In the meantime my BB comes to life at the odd hours.Just to inform me that my LONG Lost Love is all kicking and has come to life and all set to embrace me all over again.

I am ready to welcome her with my open arms.

And here she is,Adoring my table top, vivacious and bubbly as ever.My Sony VAIO.

How I missed you, My Dear…..

Now all you there, if you wish to ignore this post of mine, be free to do it,If you want to listen to that bird song in your backyard or smell that sweet little Lilly,go ahead,you can comment or appreciate this post some other day.

There are lots and lots of *Idiotic Morons* like me on this WWW Masquerading as Bloggers.

Lots of Love and Love my Lappy Too !!

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