For a change, i wish to post a write-up which is not mine. In today's TOI, eminent comunmnist Jug Suriaya wrote the following, since George Bush is visiting India. Good Spoof.

Here's Condy, come to give me a last-minute briefin' before I set off on my tour to Indiana beginnin' March 1. Hiya, Condy. I'm all set to go off to Indiana. What's that? I goin' not to Indiana — which is part of the good ole US of A — but to India which is a different place altogether? Well, well, you live an' learn every day. I always thought India was in Indiana, which is why they called it Indiana. Maybe when I'm there I should see if I could organise that somehow.
Condy says that the most important thing on my agenda in India is the nuclear deal. After all these years of sayin' 'no' to the Indian nuclear program, the US now wants to help India nuclearise like all get out. I ask Condy why. An' she tells me that if we don't give India nuclear energy, India and China will burn up all the world's oil. An' that would never do. 'Cos as a Texas oil man I know that it's only the US in general — an' Texas in particular — which has the God-given right to burn up all the world's oil. Condy says I'm not to ask too many questions about India's fast breeder projects. An' I tell Condy, Gee, I'd never ask anyone any questions about their breeder projects. I mean, with a population of a billion-plus, India must sure have one lulu of a fast breeder project, an' then some. But that's their business. We folk from Texas believe in the missionary position an' we don't talk in public about how people breed.

Condy asks me what will I say if the Indians ask me if I intend to launch a strike against Iran. An' I say, Heck, Condy, you know I don't believe in strikes an' all that labour union stuff. Nah, I'll just tell the Indians that I'll invite the Iranians over for a nice friendly bird shoot with my pardner, Dick Cheney. That'll take care of the Iranians, once and for all. Condy warns me that the Indians are likely to ask for a larger quota of H1B visas from the US. This surprises me. I know all foreigners are weirdos. Come to think of it, all those outside of Texas are weirdos. But why would these Indian weirdos, or anyone else, want a larger quota of HIV from the US? Don't they have enough AIDS of their own? Condy says, H1B not HIV. An' I say, H1B, huh? What do you know. There's a new disease every day. I'd say it was a result of global warmin'. Except of course I don't believe in global warmin' an' the Coyote Protocol an' all that environmental horseshit. Condy tells me I've gotta watch out for tricky questions on Iraq an' what I'm plannin' to do about gettin' out of Iraq an' settin' up a democratic rule there.

An' I tell her, Hey, that's simple. Democratic rule is what they want, right? I'll give 'em Democratic rule. Pack Al Gore and all them other Democrats to Iraq an' let them rule the place. That'll take care of everythin'. Includin' Al Gore. Condy tells me that Indians have this funny thing about hyphens. Like they'll invite you to a party-sharty, an' offer you a drink-shrink, an' some dinner-winner. But they don't like us Americans to use hyphens at all, particularly where Pakistan is concerned. Got it, I said. No Bush-Mush cracks, right? Condy says she hopes Bill won't upstage me by visitin' India the same time as I do. And I say, Clinton's visitin' India again? An' she says, Not that Bill, the other Bill, who's an even bigger hit in India than Clinton is. I don't know which Bill she's talkin' about. Bill Cosby? The Bill of Rights? Whatever. Condy says I must learn to say 'Hi' in Indian. An' I tell her, Don't worry, I know all about these ethnic greetings. When in India, you fold your hands together, an' smile, an' say: Sayonara. Or is it Gesundheit?

Was it a long Hiatus? Not really! The exile stretched, but not for one month atleast. "But why", some might ask. Well, i was in a mood to practise the culture of Silence.

Many things happened over the last 25 days. I should have written about a couple of them on the blog, like Rang De Basanti movie review or my Trip to Coorg..but i couldnt write, which itself is another notable thing.

The run in Life has paced up to great extent these days."Days are moving fast"-said somone recently. Well, how come the days speed up or slow up! do they? they are afterall man-made creations...to measure time. They dont have life right! we pour life or lifelessness into days & nights...so, when we feel that time is moving slow, it is we who lie in the dungeons of lifelessness. So, when we fill our days with lively endeavours or even hectic work, we feel that days are moving fast.

My days intermittently move from swift-pace to slow-pace.infact, if the day runs fast, the night crawls.But many times, the day itself stretches into night..or rather..the things which i do (or hope to do in the day) stretch into the night thus blurring the line between day and night. No! i am not sweating out to make a career. Its just that i am trying to make something and i dont know whether anything worth will come out of it. As always, i cling to only one thing at the end of the day--HOPE.

To describe HOPE, we generally use two metaphors...Ray of Light...as in Ray of Hope..or a Thread..to which we cling..swing or whatever. And people like me embrace Hope, even in the worst situations...i call it "Being Hopelessly Hopeful"...thats what i am. because it is really difficult to dismiss one's hope and surrender to reality even though we practically know what the outcome of a certain crisis would be. Ok, if you think that i have made a stupid attempt to steer the thought towards another topic, then you are close to predicting me right. but not always.

The reason why i am wandering aimlessly in this post is that i have too many thoughts..inundated in my mind...waiting to breakfree and flow out...Forget it, let me come back to that word "Crisis". i dont have the patience to look into oxford dictionary to give the exact meaning, but yes, i can very well say that the definition would be a relative one. it has to be so. What seems like a crisis in my life ceases to appear so after a week..or 10days.So, is it again a Time-bound Perception.

today, in a class, i just tried to write down something which have created a havoc(over-statement) in my life recently.

Not many months ago, i lost my shoes. Then, i lost my spectacles. i got new ones. but then, they didnt last long. i lost them in no time. this time, Managing Finances was a tough task..but i managed to manage some and got new ones made. Next, i lost my Helmet. After that, my Parker pen, which had been my close-associate since 3-4 yrs. Now, i lost my spectacles again. i dont know when this cycle will break.

In Managerial Techniques, Time management holds a great significance. And while trying to become a good manager(ie.,.a financial manager...but the above paragraph aptly describes the paradox when it comes to me..isnt it a kind of oxymoron), i am a hopeless manager of time. thanks to that, many things are going for a toss. Social commitments, Family commitments, Blogging, Rapport with buddies, music, writing everything...and the tragedy is that i dont know where i am heading to..and what do i want in life. its such a haphazard journey that it pricks me everyday..The sense of direction seem to be totally hazy. If life is all about finding a job and making quick bucks, then that can be called as having a clear-cut agenda about career. But what about Life?isnt it different from career? everything is as confused as you are right now, reading this post, trying to figure out what this is all about.but thats exactly is the essential question haunting me.

And all bundled together is the crisis of my life currently. yet, i am still clinging to that glistening thread called Hope...a hope to find out what i want actually... there again you end up at my previous post.

When will the cycle break?