The Mysore trip - prelude

I am one of those techies who genuinely believe that we are not born just to do coding 24x7. So i support all those sites which help the poor souls by providing (un)tested code. Another thing i believe in is we are not supposed to hack out lines of code day in and day out. A weekend break is just what is needed to get the groove back after a week of missed deadlines, (quality? ;) ) coding, good for nothing colleagues (who dont leave a single girl for u to hit on) and bosses who think they have a moral obligation to make you yearn for the system clock to show its finally friday evening. I love my job :).

Well, with the plesantries out of the way lets come back to the topic. After one such eventful week at work i made my way out of my cubicle thinking what was i doing wrong in life. I went to the lobby and stood in line with similar souls waiting for the lift to take us DOWN. So there we were , perfectly normal people, staring at a led display as if hypnotized. The lift eventually obliged and everyone entered the square box. The curious thing about being in a lift is the effort people make to avoid any eye contact. After a few self conscious moments the girls can breathe easy and the guys can stick out their tummies. I made my way to the cab that drops us at specific places. One by one the cab was filled by individuals too preoccupied by thoughts of code performance, walkthroughs, foosball tips and the cafeteria food. Well, if this is doesn't seem right do a reality check. how much do we bother to think about where our lives are headed? Our immediate target is doing well enough to not be kicked out and bad enough to be called a coder( I call myself precisely that).

So, like any other vehicle in nimma bengaluru our cab too helped in the social networking phenomena on the road called traffic jams. As i sat contemplating what to do with the two days of the week that i own, a condescended to think of becoming more adventurous. i said why not. a trip through the beautiful south india would be just what was required. A first hand glimpse of the culture would go a long way in successfully stereotyping any person south of the vindhyas as a "maadaraasi" authoritatively(kindly use the words naively, insensitively, bluntly, chauvinistically interchangeably). So, i decided then and there to make a jaunt through the parts of karnataka and make some use of the time rather that watching the ceiling fan rotate the whole day. There ended my journey of my thoughts as i made my way out of the cab since my destination had arrived.....

Why?

Theres always a first time, right? Well, this is it for me then. After a lot of procrastinating, if u call a time span of 2 years that, finally i have settled to write a blog. Just yesterday i was mulling what my first blog should be called? Suddenly, my mind went blank of ideas.

Its the first time that such a thing has happened. All through these years i have loved to write. But into college, graduation and later a job suddenly writing was a thing of the past. Yes, i did write occasionally but was a one off thing and though it excited me it never stuck on. Blame it on my eternal laziness (have put off working on it for now). Maybe the routine of a job which makes u think analytically in one dimension makes a hell of a job in training ur mind to think that way when not required. Well, thats a different topic to take care in a blog of its own.

I wanted the blog title to be unique ( it doesn't allow to register otherwise :P). Something that epitomizes what the blog is going to be. Then it struck .. why not christen the blog with something that conveys this blog as one persons thoughts who is just another indian among the billion strong nation. "The billionth voice".Hence the name.