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It seems home gives some strange positive energy to people. Every time I come home, it seems there are endless possibilities in the world. That there is nothing which is impossible. 'A blog a day' promise that I committed to myself some three months back when too I was home got shattered. I am revamping it again and I would try to fulfill it this time :). The only thing lacking here is sincerity which is extremely difficult to develop. Since there are loads of promises which I have made to myself, I feel even this one would be fulfilled. Amen!

Lately I have developed an interest in photography. My first tryst with photography was not so positive. I went for a trek once and a guy brought his SLR camera. The camera's cost was a whopping 80,000 bucks. I could get no sense out of that. The feeling got stronger when I saw him clicking a picture of a cock. I was puzzled. Why on earth would anyone click a cock? I mentioned this in front of him that he spent 80,000 to click a cock, and the laughter followed. He got pissed. That was his passion and I made fun of it. Since he was a good friend of an avid interest of mine, I apologized and even asked later as how his photography was going.. etc etc etc. Expression is an important aspect of our lives. Poetry, prose, diaries, articles, songs, art, dance - all have been there since ages. Social Networking sites have come up recently. Blogs, tweets, scraps, posts are the latest buzz words. I find photography another means to express one's emotions and in a beautiful and creative wa

Watched two movies tonight: ‘Wake up Sid’ and ‘Freedom Writers’. I also watched the ending of ‘The Dead Poet’s Society’. It left me with a nice feeling, of positivity. There was nothing new in the movies except that most of the people there followed what they loved or wanted badly. I also felt somewhat stupid with the kind of feelings I got. Every-time I watch such movies or read some article/book, I get all beamed up, to fulfill what I really desire – and then I get stuck. I am always confused about what I really want – nothing big. Most of the people of my age do not know. Most younger to me don’t. Most elder to me don’t either. I also get confused by the things that attract me most in the movies/books/articles. For instance, what I most loved in ‘Wake up Sid’ was the apartment in which the protagonists lived. It was a small hall which was made beautiful by all the painting that they did: bright colors, small size, carefreeness, bean bags, cleanliness and the view of the sea. Another

Last post was on the Dance class that shifted to Mumbai. This post is about another of the dance classes that I discovered. Some time back I was coming out of XL gate and on an electric pole I saw a small board which stated something about Saroj Khan starting dance academy or something. There was a cell number mentioned too. I reluctantly noted it down for I was tired of calling the Remo dance class. It seemed to be eternally linked with jhol. When I got the info that it has finally been shifted to Mumbai, I, again casually called Saroj Khan dance class. Someone picked it and finally I joined it. First day was bit more difficult than I presumed. The weight has taken its toll :( and there were many a steps that I was unable to do, so many times I forgot the steps. Never mind, all this happened to me previously as well. I will cope up with it. I am just looking at a time when I would become a pro in dance and would be in shape :). Nothing much to write.

Its been almost one year that I am at Jamshedpur or Jampot, as its lovingly called. The moment I came here, I started searching for a dance class so that I can continue with the only passion I have. It was a pleasant surprise when I got to know that Remo (Dance India Dance fame) has started a dance class here and one of his students teaches. I went to the place and asked for the class. I got the phone number instead. At that time it was closed. I called the person to enquire about the starting of the class. I got the info that it will take at least a couple of weeks before it starts again. Its been 52 weeks since then. Some jhol had happened between the people. Finally I am not going to get the opportunity to learn more dance here. I have heard that there is a Saroj Khan dance class as well. Got the number, will call tomorrow. Fingers are crossed. I so wish it exists and exists in good conditions. Amen!

Today I attended a class of Managerial Competencies and Career Development (MCCD). We were supposed to ORCE (Observe, Record, Classify, Evaluate) the behavioural aspects of one candidate out of six present there for a Group Discussion. The GD was about a candidate to be sent abroad to develop the person into a manager, who would be ready to take up responsibilities in foreign business, work well in uncertain conditions of job, well educated and so on. Each of the six persons was the Head of one department and each had a candidate. The discussion started and the time limit was 30 minutes, which btw was sheer torture for those who were ORCEing it. Ideally, the best candidate was to be selected out of the six. The Heads were supposed to put forward the application of their candidates but the primary concern was to be the 'Organizational Perspective' so that the organization gains in the end. When the GD started, one person started about his candidate, communicated all the grand th

There is no worse situation in life of a man than finding his father looking weak. The father can not be weak. He is THE hero, the first macho man that a boy comes across at the age of 3 years, when he is smart enough to look at and understand the world somewhat. He is HIM for the boy, the God whom no one can defeat. The boy finds pride when someone appreciates dad than the dad himself. Any mention of the boy resembling his dad gives strange pleasure which no one else can share. All the above mentioned feelings I have had as a child, boy and now as a man. I have cried for my dad, have taken offenses, had fights with my sisters and mom whenever they dared to disrespect him, even mildly. Not that I never fought with him. Of course I have. No father-son relationship is complete without a major disagreement or difference of opinions of both of them on next to everything, be it academics, cricket match, mom etc. Throughout my life, and earlier, my father has been a rebel, an egoist and a ma

I was watching 'Anand' tonight. A small thing stuck me. AB used to write diary daily. This was impressive. My grand father used to do the same and so did Anne Frank. More than anything else, what struck me most was the regularity and discipline which is needed to do this. So here is the plan: I will start writing something good/bad/beautiful/ugly that happened the very day. I will also write about some feelings which I wish to express but do not have people around to do the same. I so hope and wish that this desire is fulfilled. Lets see how committed I am towards the goals!