Tuesday, January 25, 2011

A new day

Today a complete a week at infibeam.But that’s not the point. I always think that i am a night person, but today the entire day feels new. Just because i had a really good night’s sleep, woke up on time, gave all my clothes for cleaning and reached office on time. all of it like clockwork. Without fussing or worrying. did everything at my own pace, and that felt good.

May be i am getting old, and so these small comforts like knowing that i will have an entire wardrobe of clean clothes in a few days are the kind of comfort making a difference in my life, or may be i am getting tired of a single life, always on the watch, so that people don’t rip you off. tired of a feeling of being alone, being quiet most of the times, talking to just one person, that’s me. to come to think of it, i have being doing that since 12 years now. Always on the move, never settling down, never buying anything that won’t fit into a suitcase, never owing things, never getting attached to stuff which i might have to leave behind.

Always eating out of thali. relying on public transport. never being able to invite people to your place, because either it is shared or too Spartan, just made for a single life, a single person. washing your dishes, eating outside food, hell worrying about where to order from, what to eat. eating processed ready to cook food, a chronic dependence on Maggi.Not being able to share food, as its so bad and readily available, that its like offering rags to clothe a suite.

Waking by yourself, sleeping by yourself. Watching movies, reading books to spend time.Always on the move. No, i already wrote that. Being repetitious. Having the same talk with you.

As always the same things are also a kind of strength giving an ability to adapt. Ability to understand all the north Indian languages, as you never know where will you land up next. Not being fussy about food. Not depending on people. Ability to solve any problem by yourself. Quick thinking. Making friends in a snap. 500 people on face book. 1800 contacts in 10 cities. Always finding one person you know in every city. A new city every time. With new geography and quirks. New roads, new places to live in, new co workers, new kind of people, new landmarks, new sky, new news papers, new noises, new air, new birds… a new day.

still thinking if its a Helpless life, or a help-less life.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Testing Windows live writer

well downloaded this awesome tool to blog, and testing if it dows post to my profile or not

innocent until proven guilty

I was reading the newspaper today, and some gal had accused a guy of rape [story here]. But he girl's name had been changed to protect her identity, and the guy's name was quoted correctly.

I wonder that if the girl's name had to be protected so that she doesn't lose face in the society, why was the same hand not extended to the guy. what if tomorrow he is acquitted as happened in this case? Why was protecting his identity not important?

Isn't he innocent until proven guilty? and if there is a chance that he did it, isn't there also a chance that the girl might be lying? shouldn't there be a law or something about it?

who makes these decisions? why is it that a girl by default is correct just because she has accused some one of something? Isn't it just an accusation? But the guys name's splashed around the paper, a kind of punishment even before the trial has begun?