He's back!! I am not talking about arnie but the Protector of Gotham. the aficionados of the superhero need no introduction to "Batman".
Batman has endeared himself to a whole generation of people and more. who doesnt like a millionare good looking guy by day and the caped saviour by night, the suit making him all the more intriguing. The single distinct quality that differentiates him from the other superheroes he being human. the others are true superheroes literally. born with superpowers they can fly through air, some are the strongest men in the universe like he-man, some are aliens and others some are creepy crawlers like spiderman; but our human superhero is as human as a human can be. he has all the shortcomings of being human and still manages to accomplish the impossible. Well this time, he has even managed to beat the other superheroes at the box office!!! That is tangible success in todays times.
Anyone who knows the tragedy that befells young bruce immediately empathises with him. seeing his parents getting killed scars his young mind. The trauma inflicted on him as a teenager surfaces as the mysterious side of his personality away from the glitz and glamour of his famous life. he decides to dedicate his life for the protection of the truth and fight against anything evil.
his fight is not biased in his favor though. even with his "utility-belt" that coughs up anything and everything, and his trusted steed ; his bat-mobile he is evenly matched by equally cold blooded criminals. Just think of frigid, scarecrow, penguin and above all "the Joker". all of them capable of going one up on the Bat. but our hero saves the day for Gotham everytime.
Watch the trailer of the latest Batman movie here. released in 2008. its been highly anticipated since the release of "Batman Begins"
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Bibliophile - Read these books before you die
We all are indebted to our parents all our life. the reasons people may give is a different topic all together. I am particularly indebted to my father for passing the passion for books. not any books though. books that offer u an insight, that change your perspectives towards life, provide knowledge and most of all make u a better human being. Its a huge statement that i am making u may think. but for him, i wouldnt have been the person i am today. I still remember him narrating me and my brother classics from both marathi literature and english literature. Maybe it was that initiation into languages that fueled my interest into reading and i am grateful for that.
there was one particular book that he used to read when i was in 3-4 th standard and he used to tell us the what he had read in the night in bed. it was by no means a novel for kids (read Harry potter types) as it was an emotional story of an african teenage tribal who is kidnapped and sold as a slave in america. the story touched me so much even after so many years in school, college and a job i still remembered some parts of the story.
so last year as i thought of reading some book to revive my old passion, my father reminded me of that particular story. Suddenly, i became interested in reading the book myself. i began searching for time when i could read the book and to my dismay found out theres time if you wish to find it out of the most tight schedule. The next few days i got involved in the distractions of a job and eventually forgot about it altogether. That is when my dad showed me the book that i wanted to read from my childhood. i always was curious who was the slave boy? how was he kidnapped? what happened to him? did he return to his family. all these questions were right in front of me. it was just a matter of when i wanted to seek rather than hope to know the answers from someone else. I eyed the book which was comparable to some harry potter series with more than 700 pages to it. but the size of books fired me more to read them rather than be intimidated. Finally, my eyes rested on the title of the book. it read "The Roots" authored by "Alex Haley".
The fact that i finished reading the book in the next few days doesnt speak anything of the emotional journey i was taken through while reading it. Very few books i have read have given me a more fulfilling experience. The journey of a man in search of his roots - thats the only description i can think of this book. But at the end of it, its you who begin on a quest unknowingly to search for your own. Hence i believe the title is very apt mentioning just "the Roots" without being explicit about it.
The canvas of the book includes the tribal landscape of south africa; the culture, the customs, the people. in contrast the america during the age of slavery. the savagery of humans against humans. their disdain for people with a different colored skin. the helplessness of grief and the guts of an iron will that remained unconquered. Even though at the end you may think its part fiction nothing makes you believe that there couldn't have been a "Kunte Kinta" from the region of "Kambe Bolongo" whose fight for being a free human failed just because he had a fallible quality of being a mortal.....
there was one particular book that he used to read when i was in 3-4 th standard and he used to tell us the what he had read in the night in bed. it was by no means a novel for kids (read Harry potter types) as it was an emotional story of an african teenage tribal who is kidnapped and sold as a slave in america. the story touched me so much even after so many years in school, college and a job i still remembered some parts of the story.
so last year as i thought of reading some book to revive my old passion, my father reminded me of that particular story. Suddenly, i became interested in reading the book myself. i began searching for time when i could read the book and to my dismay found out theres time if you wish to find it out of the most tight schedule. The next few days i got involved in the distractions of a job and eventually forgot about it altogether. That is when my dad showed me the book that i wanted to read from my childhood. i always was curious who was the slave boy? how was he kidnapped? what happened to him? did he return to his family. all these questions were right in front of me. it was just a matter of when i wanted to seek rather than hope to know the answers from someone else. I eyed the book which was comparable to some harry potter series with more than 700 pages to it. but the size of books fired me more to read them rather than be intimidated. Finally, my eyes rested on the title of the book. it read "The Roots" authored by "Alex Haley".
The fact that i finished reading the book in the next few days doesnt speak anything of the emotional journey i was taken through while reading it. Very few books i have read have given me a more fulfilling experience. The journey of a man in search of his roots - thats the only description i can think of this book. But at the end of it, its you who begin on a quest unknowingly to search for your own. Hence i believe the title is very apt mentioning just "the Roots" without being explicit about it.
The canvas of the book includes the tribal landscape of south africa; the culture, the customs, the people. in contrast the america during the age of slavery. the savagery of humans against humans. their disdain for people with a different colored skin. the helplessness of grief and the guts of an iron will that remained unconquered. Even though at the end you may think its part fiction nothing makes you believe that there couldn't have been a "Kunte Kinta" from the region of "Kambe Bolongo" whose fight for being a free human failed just because he had a fallible quality of being a mortal.....
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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.....
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.....
Saturday, May 24, 2008
A promise broken
If any soul has been watching the television anytime through last week he might know what i am alluding to. What should i call the crime committed? Its was a crime in cold blood, a crime against a human, against a child but all said and done the most ghastly aspect of this crime was the person who did it. A fathers face, who apparently has killed his only daughter, was constantly being flashed on almost all news channels....
The first reaction was of disbelief. How could a man commit murder, that of his own daughter? We have heard of ghastly acts before but what makes one shudder is at it happened in the supposedly safe confine of a home of a "white collar" fraternity. Dr. ramesh talwar has become a household name in just a few days. the channels have done in days what marketing companies do in months.
The unfortunate soul, dr. talwars 14 year old daughter, Arushi was just about to turn 15 when fate caught up. Until now her father has been arrested and remanded to police custody but her mother has still stood by her husband. Whether he shall be implicated or will the case meander on as thousands of other similar cases is not the point. The implicit foundation of any relation is a promise. As long as the promise is kept the relation holds. Mr talwar should know better being a doctor himself. therefore not only his crime more heinous but also an eye opener for all of us.
A respected doctor, how many patients he may have treated? All of them had trust in him was why they had come to be treated by him. Its this trust that was followed in the patient-doctor relationship. but when it came to the personal front he showed how a human could fail. When people go to a doctor they look to him as a savior, a life saver. After the events of last week ppl would definitely see doctors as humans. As fallible as them if not more....
The first reaction was of disbelief. How could a man commit murder, that of his own daughter? We have heard of ghastly acts before but what makes one shudder is at it happened in the supposedly safe confine of a home of a "white collar" fraternity. Dr. ramesh talwar has become a household name in just a few days. the channels have done in days what marketing companies do in months.
The unfortunate soul, dr. talwars 14 year old daughter, Arushi was just about to turn 15 when fate caught up. Until now her father has been arrested and remanded to police custody but her mother has still stood by her husband. Whether he shall be implicated or will the case meander on as thousands of other similar cases is not the point. The implicit foundation of any relation is a promise. As long as the promise is kept the relation holds. Mr talwar should know better being a doctor himself. therefore not only his crime more heinous but also an eye opener for all of us.
A respected doctor, how many patients he may have treated? All of them had trust in him was why they had come to be treated by him. Its this trust that was followed in the patient-doctor relationship. but when it came to the personal front he showed how a human could fail. When people go to a doctor they look to him as a savior, a life saver. After the events of last week ppl would definitely see doctors as humans. As fallible as them if not more....
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.
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.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
